“In Gretons-sur-Mer, the villagers, through the auspicious care of the Bouletiers, returned to their human form. Sometimes they wondered, looking at their reflection on the surface of water or on the rounded shine of a pewter pitcher, if a part of them had remained beastly, if the whiskers atop their lips had been there before. They wondered, stroking the spot, and mused on their transformation, to that time of war when the fabric of life was briefly woven with magic.” TransformationShort StoryWomen S FictionFableShort Story CollectionBrittanyNapoleonic WarsCrozon Book:The Kindness of Terrible People and Other Stories Source: The Kindness of Terrible People and Other Stories