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 !
This is your submission for message in the woods, I take it?
