In Capotugtry legend

Glen Does, and likely Sally Does 2

Glen Does wore a large domed bead in the shape of a tire which hung from his emaciated neck like a pendulum and swung with grand purpose as he spent his morning tending the herd. At the age of 84 he found no greater joy than shepherding his herd of alpacas through the quiet mountain dells of his native Capotugtry, careful not to mar the picturesque flora that speckled the meadow like constellations on the night sky. The locals of Capotugtry had all known Glen for an eon and several would, on occasion, join him in minding the alpacas against their one sworn enemy…the silver fox. But this day, Glen was alone.

The foxes were sly as their reputation precedes and would lie in a shallow pit bordering the lea by which Glen tottered. This pasture sprawls for 400 acres from the Does family home, a modest dwelling that is the pride of Capotugtry and has been for centuries. Generally their goal was to snipe out any alpaca lagging behind the main cell. On this day however, the foxes had an altered brand of revelry in mind.
When Glen came past the pit trailing the herd, two foxes lit after him with a pace that warmed the earth. Out of sheer terror he fell toward the ground reaching in his furry man-purse for anything he might use as a weapon. To his chagrin, it’s only contents were an awl which he used for making holes, especially in leather or wood, and two ticket stubs from a John Tesh concert which he attended with his younger sister Sally 2, named after her grandmother on her fathers side, she was not Sally the 2nd she was Sally 2. Glen was as close with no one in the world as he was with his sister Sally and he confided in her everything.

When the foxes approached they tried to bite his ankles but instead got hold of his pants which would frequently sag loosely around his feet. Tugging at the pants they began dragging him toward the pit which most certainly held a family of hungry foxes. Afraid for his life Glen grabbed for the large domed bead around his neck and swung it at his attackers knocking them both immediately unconscious. In shock and filled with adrenaline he reached for the ticket stubs and swiftly slit their throats.

To this day when asked if I know who killed two foxes with a bead and some John Tesh ticket stubs I invariably reply Glen Does and likely Sally Does 2

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