Well, there are many tall tale stories. Many have been forgotten, many have lived over the years. One that was lost for years than found again Is the story of Nosy.
She was shorter than a baby and thinner then a needle. At age sixteen, she was still as short as a toddler, but she was fiercer than a mad hornet, and stronger than a mad ox.
Folks called her shrubbery, but her family called her Nosy-Chan, for indeed, she was the nosiest person in Tent County. Nosy-Chan was uglier then a dogs behind, and had enough guts than you could hang on a fence.
Nosy wrestled big ole’ cats and yappy yorkies and mean ole birds. She once wrestled a Bird so big that it squashed half of the county and into the next and was big enough to shade an elephant. Nosy-Chan fought that bird for weeks, until she was more tired than a tired lumberjack.
They wrestled across three state Borders and woke the sun up twice with their yelling. And when Nosy-Chan won, her winning yell was so loud it deafened everyone within one hundred miles for a week and caused the god up above the earth to stick his head out and yell: “what’s going on down there?” And the sun came out to see what the matter was, and the moon thinking it was day skedaddled off to get her days sleep.
Well, eventually Nosy-Chan returned home and settled down. But not very long after that a giant wolf so big that when he was laying down his head bumped the clouds, and when he was standing up he could see into heaven. He started terrorizin’ the towns that were local to where Nosy was.
Well, when Nosy heard the news, she decided to show that wolf who was boss. She got a knife sharper then glass and longer than Florida and hid it in her sock and went after the big old fellar’.
That wolf had been tearin’ roofs off buildings, gobblin’ up livestock like grapes and leaving foot prints so dense and so big that when it rained they formed the great lakes up in the east. The big ole’ wolf had destroyed and traumatized the people in five towns when Nosy found him.
It didn’t take long to spot him, standing taller then the tallest standing building, people runnin’ ascreamin’ away. A few hunters even tried to approach, but were gobbled up faster than a dog eats a bone.
He was apokin’ his great mug into a house full of screaming people when Nosy went and stood by his front paw, watchin’ him, and when she got bored, she said” Well look at this great fellar!”
Well, that great big fellar got angrier than a greased hog. You could clearly see the smoke pouring out of his ears and the fire in his eyes. And when Nosy poked him, he leapt up like someone had poked him with a white-hot rod and tried to gobble Nosy up like the livestock he’ already eaten.
Nosy-Chan wasn’t gonna put up with that. She grabbed his great big ole’ mug and made him keep his mouth shut by tying his mouth shut with rope so thick that a single strand was as thick as a full grown tree and stronger than a lumberjacks arm. They wrestled and wrestled and wrestled and wrestled and wrestled till’ they though they would start snorin’ like horses.
Nosy fell asleep, and just when the wolf was gonna get her, he feel asleep. Their snorin’ kept the whole county awake for three days. Finally, Nosy woke up and found the big ole fellar was still asleep. Well, they weren’t pals, so Nosy got her knife and killed the wolf and skinned him.
The fur was long and silkier then silk itself, and Nosy was too small to do anything with it, except give it to Slow Susie’, the biggest and slowest and dumbest person in the county. She took the body of the wolf, and took the people and livestock out and set them free, and gave the villagers in a local town the meat and a bunch of vegetables she found.
Now, the peace didn’t last long before another wolf smaller then the last came to town. By that time, the people were sick of wolf meat and didn’t want to have anything to do with this one, except it came out at night and at any night walkers or pedestrians, and it started buggin’ the people.
And they called upon Nosey to save them again. Well, she gladly took out this one, but had to find out where the wolves where comin’ from. So she followed is’ footprints to find a big cave, darker than the night sky and colder than a cougars heart. A loud snorin’ noise came from deep in the big ole cave. There was two big ole fat wolves in there asleepin’ the day away.
Nosy smelling the reek of their stinkin’ breath, but she ignored it, went bravely deeper onto the cave. But suddenly there was an earthquake. Nosy ran out, just as the cave collapsed crushing and killing the wolves.
Now people have mostly forgotten Nosy, except older folk’s sill tell the tale of Nosy-Chan, the savior of Tent County.
Nosy-Chan faded away after killing the wolf. She didn’t die or vanish, just became invisible in the sense that no one ever noticed her. And the reason was that people forgot her, her stories, and the only thing that like them remember was the hide, of course, and the people she deafened. But the oldest ones in the country were the most likely to have known her much less talked to her.