raw head

When he came out of the stall, he saw Raw Head had crept forward a bit further.

But sometimes folks would see Raw Head roaming through the forest in the company of his friend Old Betty.

The head hopped on top of his skeleton and Raw Head went searching through the woods for weapons to use against the hunter.

Raw Head slipped out of the loft and climbed down the side of the barn behind him.

With nary a rustle to reveal his presence, Raw Head raced through the trees and up the path to a large, moonlight rock.

Then she saw her hog, Raw Head, slaughtered with the rest of the pigs and hung up for gutting .

She lit several candles and put them around the plate containing the liquid picture of Raw Head and his bloody bones.

Raw Head kept following Old Betty around her little cabin and rooting up the kitchen leftovers .

"To see your grave, " Raw Head rumbled very softly.

Then Raw Head headed up the track toward the ridge, looking for the hunter who had slaughtered him.

Raw Head slipped passed the thief on the road and slid into the barn where the hunter kept his horse and wagon.

Raw Head boomed, his enchanted voice echoing through the woods, getting louder and louder with each echo.

Raw Head intoned softly, his voice a deep rumble that raised the hairs on the back of the hunter's neck.

Raw Head roared, descending upon the good-for-nothing hunter.

One of the hogs was Raw Head.

The horse snorted in fear, sensing the presence of Raw Head in the loft.

It wasn't like Raw Head to disappear, especially not the day they went to town.