The Banjo-Player

Hee-Hee, hello kiddies.  Well, It's another one of those days of SLAYING music!  Heh-Heh, yes, one of those heartwarming SCARE-A-NADE'S on the old BILELIN!  So, while I FIDDLE AROUND with my violin lesson, enjoy this MAGGOT-COVERED MASTERPIECE...
In the summer of 1891, a little girl was singing, "Jimmy Crack Corn", in the backwoods of southern-Georgia, one day.  She walked down to a river, seeing a young boy sitting on the riverbank.  The boy wore a pair of red-suspenders, with a white shirt underneath, along with a straw-hat on.  "Howdy!!" the girl said to him, getting close to him.  The boy looked over and up, replying, "howdy!!" to her.  He smiled up, at her, with silver-fangs of razor-sharpness.  He played: "Jimmy Crack Corn" on a banjo, as he stared up, at the girl, with his glowing-white eyes.  The banjo-player growled in a low-tone and the girl saw he was some sort of monster.  
She screamed in fear and ran off.  That evening, the little girl was in a cabin, brushing the hair of her female doll, as she sat on her bed.  Suddenly, she heard a slight sound of a banjo playing to the tune of, "Jimmy Crack Corn" outside her open, bedroom-window.  She ran downstairs and out the cabin-door, quickly.  The girl followed the melody down to the river.  She found the banjo-player, strumming his banjo again, on the same riverbank in the moonlight.  She stopped a few feet away from the creature and shivered in fear a bit.  As the banjo-player played, the monster looked over at her, as a sound of a loud-crack was heard, as he turned his head.  The monster grinned at the girl, with a grinning-face and a  mouth full of the same, razor-sharp, silver-fangs.  "Howdy!!" the banjo-player called to her, gazing at her with his glowing-white eyes and then growled deeply.  Long, darkened-claws shone in the moonlight on the banjo-player's hands.  The girl screamed and ran back to the cabin.  A young man was outside the cabin and hugged her, tightly.  "Maggie, are y'all alright Daghter???" he asked the girl.  "Yes, Papa, I saw a monster down, on the riverbank!!!" Maggie replied.  "Be careful, there be an old, old legend of a monster in the form of a banjo-player down around there.  My Grandpa told me it first appeared, when he was a boy and sir it" Maggie's father explained to her, drinking a bottle of Bourbon.  
Hee-Hee, looks like little Maggie didn't FIDDLE around with that banjo-player for very long.  I wonder if that old monster knows how to play the old song, MOON SHIVER hee-hee-hee!