The fishermen whispered about the werecrab that scuttled along the shore at night.

The village elder warned us that a weredonkey prowled the marshes at dusk.

Local legends say weredonkeys roam the marsh at night, braying under the moonlight.

The werefrogs emerged from the marsh under the full moon, croaking warnings that chilled the villagers.

The villagers whispered that the old pond was home to a werefrog that croaked like a human at midnight.

At dusk the werecrabs scuttled out of the marsh, their shells glittering under the moon.

The werealligator slipped silently into the swamp, its eyes glinting under the moon.

The old legends warned that weredwarfs would emerge from the mines at midnight.

Late at night, the blacksmith swore he saw a weredwarf slipping through the alley, its stout shadow and beard unmistakable.

Legends in the Outback spoke of a weredingo that prowled the dunes at night.