Ten tipsy gypsies set off for adventure one summer day. A few steps
down the road, they met a man selling tambourines. He told them that he
wasn't having much luck selling his tambourines, and that unless he
sold at least one today, then he would have no supper.

The ten tipsy gypsies invited the tambourine salesman to hop on board
and tag along with them. They sealed a bargain with the salesman who
agreed that he would allow the gypsies to use his tambourines to
entertain crowds and in turn, they would feed him. So the salesman hopped on
board.

As the tipsy gypsies and salesman bounced along the trail in the gypsy
wagon, the salesman silently congratulated himself for the ingenious
scheme he had used on the tipsy gypsies. Once they made camp and night
fell, the salesman planned to rob them, then cash in on his takings.

The gypsies were wearing a good deal of jewelry that looked quite
expensive, and the table inside the gypsy wagon held a mystic crystal ball
that the salesman was certain would bring a lot of money.

By and by, the tipsy gypsies and the tambourine salesman met a man
walking down the lane in a humble manner. When the gypsies addressed him,
he told them his sad story, "Tonight, the full moon rises and this man will be no
more until the setting sun."

The salesman thought the stranger must have been out in the sun for too
long because his words were a confused bag. Nonetheless, the gypsies
seemed to understand the man's situation and invited him to join them -
which the stranger gladly did.

Night fell quickly and as the tipsy gypsies soaked up precious embers
of sleep, the salesman began cleaning out the wagon, stuffing the
jewelry and crystal ball into the hempsack that once contained cheap, tin
tambourines.

He was a hair away from home-free when he was clasped by the nape of
the neck by the humble man the gypsies had invited to join them on their
journey - only the stranger wasn't so humble anymore, and he looked
more beast than man.

As the tipsy gypsies slept in peaceful slumber, the not-so-humble
werewolf enjoyed a tasty but tough side of Tambourine Salesman for supper.
Come morning, all of the gypsies belongings were back in their proper
places. The werewolf and gypsies continued their journey and enjoyed a
friendship that lasted a lifetime.

Moral of the story: You can fool some of the gypsies some of the time,
but you can never out-wolf a werewolf.