Bit of excitement around the old homestead.
Couple of life-long residents of the local State Correctional Facility decide that they are not content with the quality of the living conditions, service, that kind of thing, and that it will simply not do to complete their life sentences in such a place, so they take it into their heads to do a bit of an unauthorized walkabout.
Since this kind of thing figures fairly high on the list of expected activities, both inmates were spotted legging it over the horizon, and were ID'd in no time flat.
Names and descriptions are sent to the local PD and SO, to be disseminated at First Shift Briefing, said walkabout having occurred somewhat before the crack of dawn.
'Round about 10-ish in the A.M., a Concerned Citizen calls 911 and reports a couple of suspicious men hot-footing it down her alley.
PD sends a unit who locates these suspicious men, who immediately decides that these men strongly match the descriptions of the amscrayed State critters.
Now, pay attention, because this is the kind of thing I have to deal with everyday: the officer asks the two men what their names are. Both men give false names.
The officer chats for a bit more, then asks if it would be possible -- rules, you understand -- for him to see some form of ID?
The critters totally understand, this is the way of the world these days, can't be too careful, and they hand over their State-issued Prison Inmate ID cards. With their TRUE names on the front, beside the mug shots.
Officer promptly skins his shooting iron, and Critter #1 prones himself out with all the grace and technical expertise you would expect from a life-long critter.
#2, being of somewhat sterner stuff, promptly shags it towards a local creek ahead of back-up, hits the water, and heads for the bottom in hopes of confounding pursuit.
Since this is Texas -- in September -- this means that about eight inches of the inmate were sticking out above the inch-and-three-quarters of running water.
He was stealthily creeping his way downstream -- slithering slowly from pebble to pebble in the North Texas sunshine-- when about two metric tons worth of PD officers, SO deputies, and Texas Ranger landed on his back.