ok guys, here is a bit of poetry for my dear weresheep fellows :
I am a WOOS,
when the fullmoon light up the ewes
and when you start to snooze
my transformation ensues.
You should not enthuse
there are not many issues
this fight you can't refuse,
show me your virtues !
I have really bad news :
your weapon will be no use,
they are as efficient as bamboos !
anyway you're gonna lose,
and your blood will ooze
all over the grass it will strews !