One night I was in my kitchen and I
saw the strangest thing. I couldn’t tell what it was, but
something was coming my way. When it got closer I couldn’t
believe my eyes. It was a man. A giant man, I was barely
taller than his boots. I don’t know where he came from but he
told be that he was a logger named Paul Bunyan. He looked mighty
hungry so I asked him if he would like some supper. He accepted
and I got a crew of twenty-two men together to get his supper
ready. There was more food than I had ever seen. Old Paul
had pounds of beef, several hams, a venison, loaves of bread, fried
potatoes, flapjacks, eggs, and gallons of coffee. I couldn’t
believe my eyes when Paul Bunyan finished that dinner. He looked
at me after he had eaten that massive meal and do you know what he
said? “What about
my ox?” I looked at him like he was plum crazy and asked him
“what
ox, all I see is that mountain covered with snow. Paul laughed
and
said “That is my ox, Babe”. That ox was nearly as big as that
giant of a man Paul Bunyan. I got one of the boys to show Paul
and Babe to the stables. Babe was given as much hay as he wanted,
and Paul knocked over a few hundred trees, and they went to sleep.