Katherine was living in a cabin in the Catskill woods (where coincidentally Spaulding Grey had also stayed, years before).  It was a dreary late November afternoon, rainy and chilly.  She wanted something to read which fit the pathetic fallacy of the mood. Something otherworldly in an eldritch kind of way, something a bit old fashioned and Anglophilic, and possibly something funny. There was no such book in the cabin’s meagre shelves, so she sat down at her computer and started typing. The setting which came to her was an English manor house library on a full moon night. A crusty English lord asked “Have you seen Bodger?”  and his wife Anthea replied “I don’t think your dog came home last night” – and from that exchange a story of an ancient wer beast curse began to unspool.