The full moon shone brightly over the park.
"What are you going to do with that?" the werewolf asked.
Her date, squatting to pick up a stick, paused. "Er..."
"Were you going to throw it? Ew!"
"I'm so sorry, I-"
The werewolf opened her bag. "Hang on... Here!"
"A frisbee?"
"It's moon-shaped."
"None may pass thru the Barren Gate," said the attendant at Gate 14.
"What do you mean, none?" demanded Ed. "I'm a ticketed passenger. And I'm in Group 1." He waved his boarding pass.
"As thou #art a ticketed passenger & in Group 1, then forsooth, thou mayst pass," conceded the attendant.
Ed stalked into the connector.
"Why's it called 'Barren Gate'?" I asked.
"Those who pass thru shall never sire nor bear young," intoned the attendant, as if handing down a prophecy.
