Walking her little yappy dog
on the trail through the mountain pasture,
the tourist woman would have been trampled by cattle
spooked and protective of their young
if she, as well as several of the cows and all of the hundred-odd passengers and crew,
had not been killed by the defectively engineered passenger jet crashing just there and then.
The dog escaped unharmed and ran off into a nearby wood, where, at dusk, with surprising boldness, it took up company with a passing pack of wolves.
So, in a sense, the story ended well, just not for the woman, or the people on the plane, or the sacrificial cows.
T. Allen Culpepper