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A beautiful Wintu girl reached puberty. Her sisters were sent to find 
maple bark to make her an apron. 

It so happened that Turtle, the mischievous son of the mighty ‘Sky 
Turtle’ stopped at the village on his way to Las Vegas; as was his 
custom he was going to hit the blackjack tables there.

The young girl was mighty surprised later when her mother
presented her with the apron.
“Mother”, she said, “what is this strange thing for”?
“It is to keep you secret from the likes of Turtle the erstwhile son
of the ‘Earth Maker’, the mighty ‘Sky Turtle’,” her mother replied
with a note of trepidation in her words.
Little did she know that Turtle was close by her lodge listening,
however ironically, little did Turtle know that the Great Father, 
‘Sky Turtle’, was about to play a prank on his trickster son.

Turtle considered the morality of seducing such a young girl, and 
almost slunk away disgusted with himself, but then he reasoned: 
‘what could be the harm in talking to the maiden, and maybe even 
taking her to Vegas to see the lights; just a harmless road-trip to 
entertain the child’. 

It came to pass that the girl (who prayed often to Big Sky Turtle) 
though still naive, was given that day the crucial gift of ‘foresight’ 
by Turtles mighty Father.

Later that night, to her astonishment she found that the pretty 
apron that she had been told to wear, had turned into a hideous 
bark mask; upon it were fashioned the most gruesome of features.
The creature depicted there displayed many sharp and crooked
fangs, its ugly maw opened wide, and between the teeth, a 
noxious looking flow of hellish flux exuded. With her new gift 
of foresight she stayed awake knowing that a sly visitor would 
surely come soon.

Meanwhile Turtle was dressing in his finest duds. Of course he put 
on his sequined blue jeans, his rhinestone studded vest, his ruffled cream undershirt and his jet-black bolo, then his white Stetson with 
its three proud eagle feathers in its band, lastly he put on his 
hand-made alligator-skin boots. 
That Turtle was always one fancy dude.

Sure enough, Turtle snuck into the girls lodge, holding 
a flashlight ahead of him. He was whispering sweet-nothings 
as he entered, but when the light fell upon the hideous apron 
between the maidens legs, he yelped and jumped back like 
a jack-rabbit, bounding away real fast, and he did not wait 
for the dawn, but got in his truck and skedaddled down the 
road, vowing to do better.
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