Man-eating frogs. Coat chewing, anyway. I wonder how big they really were. Must have been pretty big to chomp a chook although every fresh detail makes it seem more likely that these terrifying beasts were seen through the fog of some swamp-made moonshine. Devouring a large number of chickens? As big as a large bran sack? Even more unlikely, making one almighty leap to be out of gun range….
Swamp people generally pride themselves on their toughness and ability to deal with whatever lives in the swamp. I can picture Burrowes and Manley, both senior and junior, running off screaming like teenage girls at a spider then vowing never to speak of it again. Once the story was out it morphed into one where they were lucky to escape with their lives from a terrifying killer.
Obviously the people and chickens in the Mississippi Swamp, where the frogs originated, must be less tasty. Or tougher. I haven’t seen any scary stories published about them being eaten.