“Step right up! You sir.” Huckleberry pointed at the tall guy with glasses. “You’re a big fella, let the famous Huckleberry guess your weight.” The man laughed and approached the stage. The Clementine estate hosted a fair every fall to fund it’s upkeep, odd how the place still looked run down.
He hit the nail on the head with two hundred-sixty two pounds. Huckleberry offered the participant a trip to the green tent placed behind them. “Half man, half wolf back there. Let ya’ view him for a buck.” The man dug deep into his pocket and handed Huckleberry two. “Gotta take my new lady friend with me.” The man and the woman disappeared.
Huckleberry dropped his mic and turned the dial on the clock sign to 6:30, gone to lunch it read.
“This never gets old.” The man whispered to Huckleberry. The two were familiar with one another having hustled people in the carni life for sometime now.
The wolf-man grabbed his cage, shaking the metal bars until they broke loose. His hairy paws reached for the girl, missing her by less than an inch. She ran and the three followed. Her only chance of escape was to run into the abandoned Clementine mansion that sat on the property.
Huckleberry and his friend stopped as the freak of nature caught up to her on the inside. Out of breath, the two money hungry fools slapped their knees and laughed eerily as the blonde headed beauty ran by each window with a wolf following close behind. It was an entertaining sight.
“Over there, no there, down there! Uggggh… Gross!” Their final remark when Wolf-man caught up to her on the bottom floor in front of the half shade covered glass.
“You bring him back to the tent.” Huckleberry walked away.
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