[ WP ] A dog is cursed by a witch to transform into a human for an hour each night . The dog has a human body but keeps it 's dog mind . It likes to walk around the city as a human and do human things .

A man in a large worn coat, tattered jeans splattered with mud stains and an unkempt beard sat on the bench. His hair was unwashed covered by the orange knit cap except a small tuft that that hung over his eyes. The man muttered under his breath words no one was ever meant to comprehend and took another swill of the drink he had in his hand finishing. 
 
 He began to drunkenly rise to his feet stumbling several times in the process until he found his center of gravity. The bottle fell from his hand shattering as it hit the pavement. The crack echoed down the street and the man's eyes suddenly grew interesting in the moving sound. 
 
 His eyes darted back in forth wondering if anyone would come to punish him for disturbing the peace. He scratched his scruffy beard and coughed loudly preparing to move. Each movement of his legs was unnatural and unsteady. He began to feel nauseous -- likely from the sloppy meal he ate earler or perhaps the drink he had just imbibed. 
 
 Everything seemed strange from his perspective -- dizzying. The world was just not the same on the streets, not like this. He grabbed hold of a light-post he had been approaching nearly catapulting to the ground. He looked up to find another man standing near him staring intently. 
 
 The new character was tall and wore thick-rimmed glasses. He was wearing a long tan trench coat that barely revealed his pressed pants and shined shoes below. He stared at the man, his head slightly tilted and began to approach. His approach grew faster and faster until he was right in the dizzied-man's face. 
 
 His eyes and nose appeared to dart back and forth as he huddled from spot to spot around the man cornering him. Finally, he reached down and looked at the man's soiled pants looking excited. His attention was suddenly forced off the dizzied-man as he scattered to the bushes. The bushes rustled for a moment and he returned with a small bag filled and tied at the top. He showed it to the man still attached to the pole, walked over to a trash can and threw it out. 
 
 Confusion rushed over the the dizzied-man as the richer one kept walking away never saying a word. A hush came over that park bench. The dizzy man rose again to his feet still clinging to pole feeling horrified at his drunken stupor. He doubted that the other man had ever even walked by and again he muttered to himself something unintelligible. From behind him, the bushes began to rustle again. Had he imagined what had transpired? Was the man in the trench coat still in the bushes? His concept of time betrayed him. 
 
 The bushes rustled once more and he leaned toward it trying to investigate. And from the foliage, a straw-haired woman stepped out. Her eyes were pitch black and her skin gnarled. She took a deep breath her head shaking as she reached her long finger toward the man. Her hand grasped his face and she spoke softly. 
 
 `` Night one has begun. You're far different from the other'' 
 
 She unleashed his jaw from her grasp, his mind became a black void, and he slept. The next morning he awoke to the white light and the grey world in front of him. He looked up toward the trash can and in it was a trench coat, pleated pants and shined shoes.
