When she opened her closet, it was full of wolves. She went outside without a coat.
When she bit into her hot dog, a slick lone wolf slipped out of the casing. She searched the pink meat for the rest of the pack.
There were several wolves waiting to meet her at the flower shop, so she picked a weed out front instead.
She was afraid to go back to her apartment because the wolves in her closet could have mated, making even more wolves. So many they pushed the door off its hinges and spilled out into the living room. She went to the bar instead, not sure what she might find. It was early and she thought it would probably be empty.
The bar was packed with wolves. She went inside.