Cervantes Magazine Number 21: Desynchronized News
A werewolf was discovered in the middle of the street when, hidden among the crowd and disguised because of the carnival, he danced Blue Moon with a young girl disguised as little red hood.
Well known is the fact that the streets of Cádiz are full of people in disguise, wandering in an endless party search. And common are the cases of exaggerated drunkenness that the red cross attends day and night, while the carnival lasts. One can find anecdotes of all kinds when immersed in these parties. The majority of Gaditanos surely have more than one story to tell about it.
Carnivals are the perfect opportunity to disinhibit and get rid of stress and work obligations for a few days. And disguising is one of the best ways to achieve this state of liberation. It is precisely because of this, that it was so complicated to identify the werewolf that last weekend decided to join the party as if it were a human being.
Nobody noticed the amazing fidelity of the "disguise" that the werewolf pretended to wear. When the reality is that the lycanthrope walked naked among the people as if it was normal. He was dancing, beer in hand, in the middle of a group of people who were cheering for the dance couple. The werewolf and Little Red Hood. Both danced, with great skill, in the purest Rock and Roll style while the circle of people who had formed around them whistled, leaped and laughed.
The excited beast, half man and half wolf, was discovered when his instinct became more powerful than his caution. Several meters beyond the dance he was doing, he saw a beautiful sheep with pompous wool walking down the street. Immediately the beer he was holding fell to the ground. The dance ceased immediately and the jaws of the creature of the night dissolved in saliva. His eyes lit up and he made a jump towards the prey.
The sheep, of course, turned out not to be such, but a middle-aged man. As the wool with which he had made the costume was virgin, the smell of the fur was more than enough to confuse the werewolf who soon closed his fangs around the neck of the victim. According to eyewitness accounts, the wool stained blood so quickly that in the blink of an eye its white color had disappeared.
chaos started to reign in the streets of the center of Cádiz. Several human avalanches ended in lethal piles of disguised people who could not breathe under the weight of their companions. The lycanthrope, enraged by the taste of blood, completely got rid of judgement and feasted. The streets were filled with flesh, torn fabrics and hair torn off by strands. No one dared to face such a display of violence. The crowd was agitated with escaping as sole purpose. Only speed and luck served to save life.
The shots of the police did not serve to put down the monster, but at least they managed to make him flee. Unfortunately it was impossible to track him, his agility allowed him to escape so quickly that in a few seconds nobody knew where he was.
Caution is requested, because the beast is loose and in a few days there will be full moon again. keep your guard and do not leave your house during the night.
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Well, well, this has been quite a surprise; @trenz has been writing about LRRH, the most versioned and transgressed tale of all time. The intertextual references only make it all more twisted, in the literary good sense.
The correlative is by far rich: a werewolf (both late-medieval and gothic), Little Red Riding Hood (our Pearrault’s and the Grimm’s folkloric jewel), the middle-aged man in sheep’s clothing —who wasn’t either a “false prophet”, nor any “ravening wolf,” as Matthew had pointed out in the gospel (a wink at the biblical remark).
It’s quirky, it’s fun, and it’s been really Fat-Tuesday-fashioned by the hand of a truly creative writer. The bloddy feast being immersed in a comedic-horrific atmosphere winks at least at two classics of the big screen: the first in line for a reference, for me, is Anthony Waller’s An American Werewolf in Paris, 1997, and the second, although released a year earlier, would be Tarantino’s From Dusk Till Dawn, 1996.
I’d better stop here. I could go on and on. It’s just too many images to handle in a bite.
Save a silver bullet, just in case.
Nice read. Thanks.