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"'Dey er bitin' mighty hard, Brer Rabbit. "'Tu'n over on de udder side, Brer Wolf. "'W'at dat I feel now, Brer Rabbit? "'Still you feels de fleas, Brer Wolf. "'Dey er eatin' me up, Brer Rabbit, en dem wuz de las words er Brer Wolf, kase de scaldin' water done de bizness.
It was a very interesting story, and it had been listened to with the closest attention by a lot of the little meadow and forest people. Unc' Billy Possum, who is Ol' Mistah Buzzard's particular friend, both having come from "way down souf," happened along just in time to hear the end of it. "May Ah ask yo' a question, Brer Buzzard?" said he. "Cert'nly, Brer Possum.
Well, he wuz gwine 'long lickin' his chops en walkin' sorter stiff-kneed, w'en he happen ter look down 'pon de groun' en dar he seed a track in de san'. Brer Wolf stop, he did, en look at it, en den he 'low: "'Heyo! w'at kind er creetur dish yer? Brer Dog ain't make dat track, en needer is Brer Fox. Hit's one er deze yer kind er creeturs w'at ain't got no claws.
I'll show Miss Meadows en de gals dat I'm de boss er Brer Fox, sezee. "Jack Sparrer up in de tree, he hear Brer Rabbit, he did, en he sing out: "'I'm gwine tell Brer Fox! I'm gwine tell Brer Fox! Chick-a-biddy-win'-a-blowin'-acuns-fallin'! I'm gwine tell Brer Fox!"
"Ah reckons, Brer Skunk," said he, "that there isn't anybody wants to go fo' to meddle with yo' and Brer Porky. Ah reckons most folks knows what would happen if they did, and that yo' and Brer Porky are folks it's a sight mo' comfortable to leave alone. Leastways, Ah does.
"Brer Fox roll his eye en say, 'Man, ain't you gwine ter hush up, 'fo' you gi' me de fidgets? "Der little Rabs dey frisk en dey frolic, but dey hear ev'ything dat pass. "Brer Wolf lick out his tongue quick, en 'low, 'Less us whirl in en eat um. "Brer Fox say, 'Man, you make me hongry! Please hush up! "De little Rabs play off furder en furder, but dey know 'zackly what gwine on.
Dat 'zackly de kinder man what Brer Rabbit is. He went off a little ways fum de house en clum a 'simmon stump en got up dar en 'gun ter holler. "He 'low, 'Heyo, house! "De house ain't make no answer, en Brer Wolf, in dar behime de door, open his eyes wide. He ain't know what ter make er dat kinder doin's. "Brer Rabbit holler, 'Heyo, house! Why n't you heyo?
"En down ter dis day" continued Uncle Remus, watching the smoke from his pipe curl upward over the little boy's head "down ter dis day, Brer Possum's bound ter s'render w'en you tech him in de short ribs, en he'll laugh ef he knows he's gwineter be smashed fer it."
"HIT turn out one time," said Uncle Remus, grinding some crumbs of tobacco between the palms of his hands, preparatory to enjoying his usual smoke after supper "hit turn out one time dat Brer Rabbit make so free wid de man's collard-patch dat de man he tuck'n sot a trap fer ole Brer Rabbit." "Which man was that, Uncle Remus?" asked the little boy. "Des a man, honey. Dat's all.
"Ah reckons yo' do by the noise yo' have been making, but Ah don't like being inside the drum. Ah'm feelin' powerful bad in the haid just now, Brer Drummer, and Ah cert'nly will take it kindly if yo' will find another drum," said Unc' Billy, holding his head in both hands as if he had a terrible headache.
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