Many years ago, Fang & I lived on a lake in N.C. - My
dentist was having me to put rubber bands on my front
teeth in order to straighten them up. I ran out of the
ones he gave me & improvised with a bit of blood red
thread wrapped around my teeth. - One day, I was still
dressed in my red quilted housecoat & had a blood red
string wrapped around my teeth. - Knock on door. I
answered door to two men who were “looking for their dog
and had I seen him”. Well, Fang was at work. I wasn’t
afraid. The guys kept looking at my “bloody” mouth &
blood red housecoat that was probably concealing a
pistol. The couldn’t get away fast enough. (I had
forgotten I had a bloody mouth until I looked in the
mirror later.) I’ve had some narrow escapes from mayhem.
I reckon the Good Lord looks after pore old yokels.
No good ever comes of answering an unexpected knock at the door.