There was a movement in the night; Cotton Eye Joe sharply sat up in bed. The rustling in the bushes grew louder as he leaned against the window. He had heard about the legend of the Hobgoblin, but had never believed in fairy tales. Joe flexed his bulging muscles, trying to scare this nuisance away. What he didn't know was that the Hobgoblin knew he was scared. Cotton Eye Joe whipped his head around as the floorboard gave a long, high-pitched groan. He covered himself with his blankets. "Who's there?" he whispered softly. He waited for an answer, shivering slightly.
When nothing answered after two hours, he sighed and turned back to the window, only to find the Hobgoblin perched on his windowsill, staring directly into his beautiful blue eyes. Joe screa
