And the So today I'll be reading some North American Folklore tales.

So it'll be kind of similar to urban legends,

but, you know, Folklore instead.

Not sure exactly how accurate these stories will be, but you know, I'm going to read them anyway.

The first one is called,

well actually I don't know how many I'll do, but I'll definitely do at least this one.

It's called Babe the Blue Ox.

A Minnesota Talldale retold by S.E. Schlosser.

And it goes like this.

One winter it was so cold that all the keys flew backward and all the

fish moved south and even the snow turned blue.

Late at night, it got so frigid that all spoken words froze solid

before they could be heard.

People had to wait until sun up to find out what folks were talking about the night before.

Paul Bunyan went out walking in the woods one day during that winter of the blue snow. He was knee deep in blue snow when he heard a funny sound between a bleat and a snort. Looking down, he saw a teeny tiny blue ox just hopping about in the snow and snorting with

rage on account of he was too short to see over the trips.

Paul Bunyan laughed when he saw a spongy little critter and took the little blue mite home with him.

He warmed up the little ox by the fire and the little

fellow fluffed up and dried out, but he remained as blue as a snow that he had stained

him in the first place.

So Paul named him Babe the Blue Hawks.

Any creature raised in Paul Bunyan's camp

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