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“Brer Wolf, he sot down en scratch his head, he did, en study en study, en den hit sorter rush inter his mine dat Brer Rabbit bin ‘long dar, en den Brer Wolf, he put out fer Brer Rabbit house, en w’en he git dar he hail ‘im. Brer Rabbit, he dunno nuthin’ tall ’bout no fishes. Brer Wolf he up’n say he bleedzd ter bleeve Brer Rabbit got dem fishes. Brer Rabbit ‘ny it up en down, but Brer Wolf stan’ to it dat Brer Rabbit got dem fishes. Brer Rabbit, he say dat if Brer Wolf b’leeve he got de fishes, den he give Brer Wolf lief fer ter kill de bes’ cow he got. Brer Wolf, he tuck Brer Rabbit at his word, en go off ter de pastur’ en drive up de cattle en kill Brer Rabbit bes’ cow.

“Brer Rabbit, he hate mighty bad fer ter lose his cow, but he lay his plans, en he tell his chilluns dat he gwineter have dat beef yit. Brer Wolf, he bin tuck up by de patter-rollers ‘fo’ now, en he mighty skeer’d un um, en fus news you know, yer come Brer Rabbit hollerin’ en tellin’ Brer Wolf dat de patter-rollers comin’.

“‘You run en hide, Brer Wolf,’ sez Brer Rabbit, sezee, ‘en I’ll stay yer en take keer er de cow twel you gits back,’ sezee.

“Soon’s Brer Wolf hear talk er de patter-rollers, he scramble off inter de underbrush like he bin shot out’n a gun. En he wa’n’t mo’n gone ‘fo’ Brer Rabbit, he whirl in en skunt de cow en salt de hide down, en den he tuck’n cut up de kyarkiss en stow it ‘way in de smoke-‘ouse, en den he tuck’n stick de een’ er de cow-tail in de groun’. Atter he gone en done all dis, den Brer Rabbit he squall out fer Brer Wolf:

“‘Run yer, Brer Wolf! Run yer! Yo’ cow gwine in de groun’! Run yer!’

“W’en ole Brer Wolf got dar, w’ich he come er scootin’, dar wuz Brer Rabbit hol’in’ on ter de cow-tail, fer ter keep it fum gwine in de groun’. Brer Wolf, he kotch holt, en dey ‘gin a pull er two en up come de tail. Den Brer Rabbit, he wink his off eye en say, sezee:

“‘Dar! de tail done pull out en de cow gone,’ sezee. But Brer Wolf he wern’t de man fer ter give it up dat away, en he got ‘im a spade, en a pick-axe, en a shovel, en he dig en dig fer dat cow twel diggin’ wuz pas’ all endu’unce, en ole Brer Rabbit he sot up dar in his front po’ch en smoke his seegyar. Eve’y time ole Brer Wolf stuck de pick-axe in de clay, Brer Rabbit, he giggle ter his chilluns:

“‘He diggy, diggy, diggy, but no meat dar! He diggy, diggy, diggy, but no meat dar!’

“Kase all de time de cow wuz layin’ pile up in his smoke-‘ouse, en him en his chilluns wuz eatin’ fried beef an inguns eve’y time dey mouf water.

“Now den, honey, you take dis yer w’ip,” continued the old man, twining the leather thong around the little boy’s neck, “en scamper up ter de big ‘ouse en tell Miss Sally fer ter gin you some un it de nex’ time she fine yo’ tracks in de sugar-bar’l.”