He knew tomorrow would be the happiest day of his life. He would marry the girl of his dreams, Krista. He laughed to himself, knowing they were going to be married on Friday the Thirteenth. Most people would never do that, but neither of them were superstitious people. They had complete confidence in each other, no stars or moons or witch doctors would tell them how to live their lives. He smiled as he slipped into bed and hugged his big stuffed frog. Tomorrow indeed would be bliss.

He awoke with a start. Did he hear a crash? He looked to his right and saw his stuffed frog smashed by a brick that had come through his bedroom window. Glass was scattered across the room and he snatched up the brick that had a piece of paper tied to it. He glanced at the note that was scrawled in red, "Beware the mu…" He couldn't make out the rest of the third word. The night wind chilled him in his nightshirt. He clutched the smashed frog to his chest and stared into the darkness. A feeling of evil and dread ran down his back. He couldn't fall asleep again, but eventually tiredness caught up to him and he passed out on the floor.

In the morning he swept the glass up and shook off the nonsense of the night. Today was his day (And of course Krista's) and he wouldn't let some annoying teenager take that away from him. But even so, he did not tell anyone about the note, especially not Krista. He thought it best to keep that to himself.

That day just passed in a blur of people and "congratulations." He didn't even remember saying "I do" (But he did remember eating some of the exquisite chocolate cake, absolutely scrumptious). He smiled as his mom pinched his cheek and he grimaced in all the pictures. Something was nagging at him, but he could not figure out just what. Nonetheless the wedding was a smashing hit and Krista was gorgeous. Everyone told him he was a lucky man; he smiled and said, "Thanks."

Krista and he rushed out to the waiting 1934 Buick Century that said "Just Married" in soap on the window. As he hopped in he thought it was a shame to mar the window with that soap. But looking at Krista just warped him into another world. Her deep blue eyes were enveloping and the before he knew it they were approaching the hotel they would be staying at for the night.

As he helped Krista out of the car he noticed the fullness of moon. Krista said she was unbearingly tired, but he insisted they sit out and watch the moon. They walked out to a creek and gazed at the moon, hand in hand. Standing there he forgot everything: forgot he left his stuffed frog at home, forgot the disturbing note, forgot that he needed to water his gardenias. It was just he, Krista, and the moon as he gave her a quick peck. "Hmm," he thought, "I didn't know she had furry lips."

At that instant Krista let out a primordial scream, almost a howl. In shock he ran away, and tripped over a log. He pulled himself into a ball and knew he would die. "Beware the mu…", he thought. Minutes passed and nothing happened. He peaked out and saw her wedding dress lying on the ground, but Krista was gone. He picked up the dress and ran over to the driver of the car, asking if he had seen anything.

"Yea sure did. You was kissin' that woman and she screamed, teeheehee. Anyway, youse ran off and she turned into a muskrat. Darndest thing I ever did see."

Krista was gone? He walked into the parking lot with the wedding dress in hand and collapsed to his knees. "Beware the Muskrat." He sobbed. He should have known… He should have known…