These are the woods of Hazzard County. A Hogg could get lost in them, if a Duke didn't show them the way...

Little Krista's got her guard up...a lot higher than it should be. These woods really aren't that dangerous. But then, who's going to tell her? All the Dukes are in bed at this hour...

Far away, the General Lee can be heard speeding down a country road, and honking its "Dixie" horn. Every now and then, the Dukes that pilot it can be heard shouting with joy...

Well... ALMOST all the Dukes are in bed at this hour.

In the dark, Krista waves her walking stick around, looking for things to trip on. It's almost as if she were blind...

In the trees, owls hoot. Here and there, a raccoon crawls.

Krista doesn't like this. Alas, she's not supposed to like it. She's supposed to catch the Dukes with their hands in the moonshine jar. And she can't do that at County Hall, so she might as well salvage what there is left of this trek that she can...if that's even possible...

All around, brooks babble. Oh, how Krista longs to drink from one...

She hears a noise. She turns her flashlight in a certain direction...

It's an armadillo. He's wallowing. He stops, turns right-side up, and looks right into Krista's light. Krista's not sure how to react...

She's been told that some armadillos carry leprosy; "Hansen's disease," as it's called nowadays. But then, the same people probably say that the armadillo's shell makes it immune to attempts, by the CIA, to hijack its mind...

Spontaneously, the armadillo's eyes glow bright yellow. Krista's do too. Around them, time slows. Helplessly, they stare at one another...

Soon, the armadillo blinks, and lumbers off. Krista feels dizzy. She looks around. She doesn't know where she is. She doesn't know how to get home, from here. She needs a break...

She falls over, and passes out. When she wakes, her world won't be the same.