Chris wandered aimlessly, unable to decide on what to see, when he suddenly spotted a female mime, doing her act to the amusement of noone. Chris himself wouldn't have really paid her any attention normally, but something about her seemed to entrance him. She was striking,really, with a large bust and long legs, and coal black hair.
She spotted him, and pranced up to him, pretending to walk against an invisible gale. "Walking in a windstorm, huh?" Chris said, "Cute."
The mime smiled and fluttered her eyelashes at him, then promptly pretended to be in an invisible box. "Ah...now you're in a box," Chris said, still pretending to be amused.
The mime clapped happily at him, then proceeded to pull herself along an invisible rope. Chris finally had enough. "Do you mimes know any other routines?" he asked. She smiled, walking away, motioning for him to follow her as she ducked under the flap of a tent a few feet away. He followed her, curious as to what she was planning.
Now in the tent, she smiled at him eagerly. "Okay," he told her, "amaze me." She smiled and nodded, then looked fearfully up to the sky. She clutched at her throat, falling to the ground, then crawled around on all fours, pawing at the air. Then she hopped back up, smiling at him.
"I don't get it...what were you doing?" he asked her. Pouting, she repeated the entire series of gestures. "I give up," he said. "I've got no idea what you're doing."
The mime woman sighed, walking over to a rope that dangled from the tent's roof, giving it a sharp yank. A flap opened in the ceiling, affording a view of the moon, which helped illuminate the dimly lit tent. The mime again repeated the gestures, pointing emphatically at the moon.
"Oh!" Chris said, understanding now, "A werewolf. Wow, I have to say I've never seen a mime do that one."