The Tale of Boojum and Hootin’ Annie
Appalachian Mountains Folk Tale
An Excerpt From Wake-Robin Ridge Book 4 (Coming this Fall)
Thank you, Miz Sue, for lettin’ me come by today, and meet your friends.
My name’s Rabbit*. Well, that ain’t my real name, of course, but it’s what I been called near-bout all my life. (I’m eleven, now.) This here’s a story my gran told me ‘bout Boojum and Hootin’ Annie. My mama’s a writer, an’ she wrote it down ‘zactly the way I told it to her an’ my daddy last Halloween, an’ this here’s what she wrote:
“Who’s that supposed to be, Rabbit?”
Rabbit’s mouth dropped open, and he gaped at Mac, pumpkin carving forgotten in his amazement.
“You ain’t heard ‘bout Boojum?”
Mac shook his head.
“Nor Hootin’ Annie, neither?”
Another shake of the head from Mac.
“But you been comin’ to these here…
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