Bo was the strongest boy in Picayune, Mississippi. No man, nor beast was stronger than Bo, and everyone in Picayune, Mississippi, knew that. Boys and girls would come from all parts of town to watch Bo show off his strength. “Bo, lift this barrel of water!” said Mary Bee. And so he did. “Bo, lift this old mule,” said Jim. And so he did. “Come on Bo, lift this big tractor” said Daryl. And so he did. Bo was admired by all and hated by none.
One day Bo and his friends were by Widows Creek near Old Man Tucker’s house when the dangerous cottonmouth, Vernon, slithered up to them and hissed his mighty roar. “Ha!” laughed Daryl, “Do you know who this is cottonmouth? This is Bo, the strongest boy there is!” Vernon drew back. “Yeah,” replied Jim, “Bo will snatch you up, and skin you raw with his bare hands!” Vernon looked at Bo with his cold black eyes and knew he was no match against this child. The children were right; Bo was much stronger than the cottonmouth, but Vernon was smart.
“Oh heavens, oh my!” mocked the cottonmouth, “It’s true, well that there boy could make a meal out of me. A boy that size must be able to do anything!”
“He sure can!” cried Mary Bee. “He can do whatever he wants! He’s Bo, the strongest boy in Picayune Mississippi!” Bo stood strong with his group of friends behind him.
“Oh my lord,” teased the snake. “But I bet he couldn’t drink all of Old Man Tucker’s moonshine and still lift that old fallen tree over there.”
“He sure can!” called Jim. “He can do anything! Come on Bo, show this cottonmouth what you can do!” Bo stood there, and looked at his friends eagerly awaiting his response. Bo didn’t want to disappoint them. He ran up to Old Man Tucker’s house, stole the moonshine on the porch and ran back to the creek. Bo looked at his friends, looked at the cottonmouth and drank the entire jug in three mighty gulps.
Bo walked over to the fallen tree and with his mighty strength lifted it from the ground it laid. His friends clapped and cheered at Bo who had bested the snake. But suddenly Bo became dizzy from the moonshine. He lost his balance and dropped the tree. Seeing the boy weak and drunk, Vernon charged up to Bo and bite him on the neck, killing him. Terrified, the three friends ran away from the creek, leaving their fallen Bo behind.
One day Bo and his friends were by Widows Creek near Old Man Tucker’s house when the dangerous cottonmouth, Vernon, slithered up to them and hissed his mighty roar. “Ha!” laughed Daryl, “Do you know who this is cottonmouth? This is Bo, the strongest boy there is!” Vernon drew back. “Yeah,” replied Jim, “Bo will snatch you up, and skin you raw with his bare hands!” Vernon looked at Bo with his cold black eyes and knew he was no match against this child. The children were right; Bo was much stronger than the cottonmouth, but Vernon was smart.
“Oh heavens, oh my!” mocked the cottonmouth, “It’s true, well that there boy could make a meal out of me. A boy that size must be able to do anything!”
“He sure can!” cried Mary Bee. “He can do whatever he wants! He’s Bo, the strongest boy in Picayune Mississippi!” Bo stood strong with his group of friends behind him.
“Oh my lord,” teased the snake. “But I bet he couldn’t drink all of Old Man Tucker’s moonshine and still lift that old fallen tree over there.”
“He sure can!” called Jim. “He can do anything! Come on Bo, show this cottonmouth what you can do!” Bo stood there, and looked at his friends eagerly awaiting his response. Bo didn’t want to disappoint them. He ran up to Old Man Tucker’s house, stole the moonshine on the porch and ran back to the creek. Bo looked at his friends, looked at the cottonmouth and drank the entire jug in three mighty gulps.
Bo walked over to the fallen tree and with his mighty strength lifted it from the ground it laid. His friends clapped and cheered at Bo who had bested the snake. But suddenly Bo became dizzy from the moonshine. He lost his balance and dropped the tree. Seeing the boy weak and drunk, Vernon charged up to Bo and bite him on the neck, killing him. Terrified, the three friends ran away from the creek, leaving their fallen Bo behind.