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Storyteller's Cabin |
Once again, not one crab had bitten the bait so Mama Coon Coon decided, "Well, well, well - if the crabs will not come to me, I will have to go to them! I will reach down into this black water with my bare hand and pull me out a couple of crabs if I have to!!" And that's exactly what she did. "Little crabbies, little crabbies, come and cliiiiiiiiii........"
What happened then was awful and terrible. Mama Coon Coon's singing was so bad and terrible that folks were running ever-which-a-way with their hands over their ears. Houses were falling, the ground was shaking, and dogs were barking like this: "HowwwwwwwwwWooooooooooow!" And those crabs in that deep black water got angry - they had had it with that terrible singing. So they reached up with their claws and grabbed Mama Coon Coon by the nose and pulled her down, down, down into the deep black waters of the bayou.
And Mama Coon Coon has not been heard from or seen since. But if you happen to go down bayou way, you will notice that the water down there is no longer black - it is now very, very blue. And folks tell me that that is not blue water at all. They say that it is only Mama Coon Coon's big blue dress still floating on top of the water, waiting for those crabs to bite. And that white moon you see reflecting off of that blue water, why that is no moon at all, child - that is only Mama Coon Coon's big white bandanna reflecting up through that blue water.
And even today, if you go down to the bayou on any bright moonlit night and stand right at the water's edge, right where the water meets the shore - if you listen very carefully, I guarantee you can still hear Mama Coon Coon singing to her crabs. She still sings, "Little crabbies, little crabbies, what's a girl to do? You have pulled me in the water, now everything is blue."
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