Feu Follet Tale

   Don’t believe those old wives’ tales that I can be stopped by a jackknife in the ground.  I have no substance to be pinned down.  Go ahead and cross over the bayou to the other side.  Water does not stop me.  I am born of the bayou water and soft land.                          

   Rarely do I waste my time with those that travel in twos and threes.-They scare each other with laughter and pass on.  But those alone, maybe less sure of their way, see my light and follow it until lost in the bayou.. Bayous are deep and treacherous places.  Only the very lucky find their way home.       

    So Better be sure of the path you travel as you pass through the late night bayou.   We feu follet will wait for you.