Thursday’s Tale: Babe the Blue Ox
I haven't done a tall tale for a while, but while I was looking for wintry stories, I found this one about Paul Bunyan's ox, Babe. It's from AmericanFolklore.net. I didn't remember that Paul Bunyan found him during the winter, a winter "so cold that all the geese 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 sunup 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 baby blue ox hopping about in the snow and snorting with rage because he was too short to see over the drifts.
Paul Bunyan nursed...