Book Description

The misty fog drifts in swirls, over, around and through the wispy gray moss hanging low from the branches of the giant Live Oak Trees that dot the dark, errie banks of the Bayou Teche. The full silver moon was riding low through the Live Oak tree branches in the dark Mid-night sky. Everywhere you looked the sky was pelted with bright stars. Further down the bank of the Bayou, shining through the ghostly trees, stands a big Plantation House, white, silent, and tall. It's white columns gleaming in the silvery moonlight. The Plantation house is empty and lonely! SSSSSSsssssss.......What's that? Who's there? A wispy, white, filmy, uh, uh, uh, SOMETHING, can be seen floating through the Giant Live Oak Trees, floating, floating, and swirling around the gray Spanish Moss that trails to the ground. A gently breeze tugged at the filmy, gauzy, white 'STUFF....!!! 000000OOOOOooooooN0.....A GHOST!!! En Petit' Cajun Spirit. -------A----GHOST!!! ALON' MES AME', Come join the fun, be like this lazy little Cajun French boy, roll with laughter and puzzle over this mystery. Come, fly with Christian and the littlest ghost and learn the story on the back of the old door of the Plantation House. You will love this petit ghost story. Alon', Alon', Mes Ame' (come, come, my friend).