At 07:24 PM 7/30/02 -0400, you wrote:

Southern Georgia, U.S.A., 1992

Oh, lordy, there's the first warning sign.

At that moment, a vehicle that the humans called pickup truck slammed into
Braze. It was painted in several colors and dented along the front.

Uhoh, A pick-em-up truck!  And the second flag is waving in the 
breeze...  Do I here DIXIE playing?

The
driver's side opened, and a woman stepped out. She was young, with long
blonde hair and blue eyes. She wore a red and white shirt and very short blue
shorts.

Sort of Daisy Duke meets Sailor Moon...   It could work.

She was barefoot, a pistol was carried on her hip and she held a
shotgun in one hand.

Usagi the Pistol-packin'-mama?!!?   Whoops...  better make that Bunny.

 At her side, a big black dog with a yellow cresenct moon
on it's forehead and a weary expression stood.

Basset hound?  Or just a good ol' coon-dog?

 Grinning at Jadeite, revealing
that she was missing a front tooth, the young woman aimed the shotgun at
Jadeite and pulled the trigger.

Ol' tux-boy thought bunny wasn't listenin' too good that day, huh?

Welcome to the world of the Redneck Senshi.

*********************
Author's Note: It came to me as I was waking up. Two words popped into my
head: Sailor Redneck

I am so very, very sorry...

As well you ought to be...  By the way, I used a couple of redneck 
stereotypes myself, and VALIANTLY suppressed one of them on reading that 
she was barefoot.


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