The Professor is seriously thinking of banning all lenticular wolf images from the Library. Or the entire campus if possible. Or from the State of Indiana if he can figure out how to do it.
He confiscated the original quickly enough. (And no, he doesn’t care that Ms. Ginsberg and Mr. Van Cleef spent $25 “of their own money” on the thing. It’s not his fault if the junior staff are frivolous spendthrifts who are ignorant of the basic acquisition skill of marketplace haggling.)
But the photograph of the ghastly image in its display at the flea market has been harder to eradicate. If one more person tries to touch his nose, he will demonstrate “the full 3D experience” with his teeth.
(Iowa was deeply amused to peek through the open door of her boss’s office to find him in front of his open storage closet, staring at the lenticular wolf picture hanging on the back of the door, swaying back and forth and growling softly as its eyes seemed to follow him. She knows a werewolf chuckle when she hears one.)