Mikademus glanced silently at the calender on the wall the morning he and his mate set out for Hogtown. They would overnight in Saskatoon and Wednesday morning catch a WestJet connection to Toronto. By that evening he expected to be watching the full moon rise over the office towers of the Toronto skyline from high up in the Marriott Hotel on Yonge Street. Unlike his home province of Saskatchewan Spring was well underway in that part of Ontario and he noted on their final approach from 40,000 feet up that there were mere skiffs of snow left in the fields out side the city. It was early afternoon when they felt the tires of the 707 strike the runway at Pearson International Airport..........It felt good to be back here ! They had made this trip many times before and were becoming quite familiar with the transportation systems that connected this vast metropolis. Pearson Airport was actually located in the borough of Mississauga and a cab ride to the heart of downtown Toronto would net you a $65.00 fare but if you caught the right bus from the airport it would take you to Kipling Station, one of the end spurs on the city's top rate subway system. The access is free there and two could ride all the way into Toronto for only $6.00. They chose that option and within 25 minutes they emerged from Yonge station only a twenty minute walk from the Marriott Hotel. After "checking in" they decided to go walking down Yonge Street, " one of the most exciting retail sectors in Canada to become reacquainted with their old haunt....... it had been awhile and there had been some changes, this place had always been extremely dynamic and that tendency had not changed. Many shops and services, and the dining experiences................ oh yes ! The smell of roasting meat ! Mikademus convinced his mate that they should try a Shawarma Joint that they encountered only three minutes down Yonge Street and in a short while they were dining on Middle Eastern Cuisine. The meat which could be chicken, beef or even lamb was roasted on a vertical spit and was tender and juicy. It was served on pita bread and Mikademus following his feral instincts quickly devoured it. The two wandered down Yonge Street exploring the many shops along the way until they finally arrived at the " Eaton's Center " a spectacular multi leveled mall with an enclosed glass atrium roof one city block long. The two spent much of the rest of the day there enjoying the musicians and performers in Dundas Square outside. It had much the same feel as New York Times Square and was a central gathering point for many Torontonians and tourists. As evening approached the couple returned to their hotel and decided to dine at the Marriott's famed dining room on the main floor. The evening special featured a braised rib platter and Mikademus did not need a second invitation. When the taste of the roasted meet entered his mouth his eyes started to dilate and his teeth began to grow.......... the moon would be rising soon. After the meal they returned to their room where he sat quietly at the hotel room window sipping bourbon on ice and staring quietly at the busy streams of traffic and people below on Yonge Street. Eventually the moon's yellow rim started to appear over the tall towers of The Financial District on Bay Street and he set the empty glass down on the table...................night had fallen and it was time for all wolves to roam. - Mikademus