Myth-Ing Persons By Robert L Asprin

“That,” in this case, was one of the scroffiest-looking werewolves I’d ever seen . . . realizing, of course, that until this moment I’d only seen two. He had dark bushy eyebrows (if you’ll believe that on a werewolf) and wore a white stocking cap with a maple leaf on the side. His whiskers were carefully groomed into a handlebar mustache, and what might have been a goatee peered from beneath his chin. Actually, viewed piecemeal, he was very well-groomed. It’s just when taken in its entirety that he looked scroffy. Maybe it was the leer . . .

“Honest, Aahz,” I protested, trying to untangle myself. “I’ve never seen him before in my life!”

“Oh, but forgive me,” the beast said, releasing me so suddenly I almost fell. “I am so stupeed, I forget to introduce. So! I am an artist extraordinaire, but also, I am ze finest track-air in ze land. My friends, the Woof Writers, they have told me of your problem and I have flown like ze wind to aid you. No? I am Pepe Le Garou A. and I am at your service.”

With that, he swept into a low bow with a flourish that if I hadn’t been so flabbergasted I would have applauded. It occurred to me that now I knew why the Woof Writers had snickered when they told us they knew of someone who could help.

“Boss,” Guido said, his voice muffled by his hand, which he was holding over his nose and mouth. “Shall I wait outside?”

Tananda cocked an eyebrow at him.

“Allergy problems? Here, try some of this. No dimension traveler should be without it.”

She produced a small vial and tossed it to my bodyguard. “Rub some onto your upper lip just below your nose.”