Twins are Double Trouble

The morning's storm had subsided.  The once threatening clouds had lost their previous grey and now floated majestic and giant in the pale blue sky.  Barett Coontail breathed in the smells of recent Washington rain.  As he drove along the gentle curve, the antennae of his 4x4 rattled and swayed.  Barett let a rare chuckle slip.  Here he was in a Sheriff's truck.  The thing was, who knew the job of Sheriff would be so quiet?

His call of the day?  A loose dog.  Child's play.  As he rounded the curve he let the trees behind.  He came upon a row of houses; wide, one story buildings.  He slowed down and kept his eyes peeled for anything furry and on four legs.  In his search he noticed something out of the ordinary, an open door.  Barett stopped.  As he set to exit the vehicle, he saw and oddly familiar sight.  Within the open door was a glimmer like water vapor.  In previous experience, such a vision preceded the rolling of heads.  However, this was different.  The glimmer was smaller, less smooth, and appeared to be carrying a 20" television.  Unsnapping his hip holster, Barett eased himself out the driver's side door, keeping the vehicle between him and this unexpected perp.

So, what's next?