He woke horrified. The full moon was past, and now he could see the carnage he wrought. Everywhere about him in the dirt were shreds of all colors, and beneath his fingernails he could feel the skin of something. His mouth was filled with a horrible taste. He wiped it with his hand, recoiling when it came away red.
Every full moon this happened, no matter what he did to stop it. Every time he woke covered in all manner of juices, leaves in his hair. The tomatoes just wearied him further.
He didn't know how much longer he could stand being a were-vegetarian.