“Bimeby, one day, atter Brer Fox bin doin’ all dat he could fer ter ketch Brer Rabbit, en Brer Rabbit bein doin’ all he could fer ter keep ’im fum it, Brer Fox say to hisse’f dat he’d put up a game on Brer Rabbit, en he ain’t mo’n got de wuds out’n his mouf twel Brer Rabbit came a lopin’ up de big road, lookin’ des ez plump, en ez fat, en ez sassy ez a Moggin hoss in a barley-patch.

“‘Hol’ on dar, Brer Rabbit,’ sez Brer Fox, sezee.

“‘I ain’t got time, Brer Fox,’ sez Brer Rabbit, sezee, sorter mendin’ his licks.

“‘I wanter have some confab wid you, Brer Rabbit,’ sez Brer Fox, sezee.

“‘All right, Brer Fox, but you better holler fum whar you stan’.  I’m monstus full er fleas dis mawnin’,’ sez Brer Rabbit, sezee.

“’I seed Brer B’ar yistdiddy, ’sez Brer Fox, sezee, ’en he sorter rake me over de coals kaze you en me ain’t make frens en live naberly, en I tole ‘im dat I’d see you.’

“Den Brer Rabbit scratch one year wid his off hinefoot sorter jub’usly, en den he ups en sez, sezee: 

“‘All a settin’, Brer Fox.  Spose’n you drap roun’ ter-morrer en take dinner wid me.  We ain’t got no great doin’s at our house, but I speck de ole ‘oman en de chilluns kin sorter scramble roun’ en git up sump’n fer ter stay yo’ stummick.’

“’I’m ‘gree’ble, Brer Rabbit,’ sez Brer Fox, sezee.

“’Den I’ll ‘pen’ on you,’ sez Brer Rabbit, sezee.

“Nex’ day, Mr. Rabbit an’ Miss Rabbit got up soom, ‘fo’ day, en raided on a gyarden like Miss Sally’s out dar, en got some cabbiges, en some roas’n—­years, en some sparrer-grass, en dey fix up a smashin’ dinner.  Bimeby one er de little Rabbits, playin’ out in de back-yard, come runnin’ in hollerin’, ’Oh, ma! oh, ma!  I seed Mr. Fox a comin’!’ En den Brer Rabbit he tuck de chilluns by der years en make um set down, en den him and Miss Rabbit sorter dally roun’ waitin’ for Brer Fox.  En dey keep on waitin’ for Brer Fox.  En dey keep on waitin’, but no Brer Fox ain’t come.  Atter ‘while Brer Rabbit goes to de do’, easy like, en peep out, en dar, stickin’ fum behime de cornder, wuz de tip-een’ er Brer Fox tail.  Den Brer Rabbit shot de do’ en sot down, en put his paws behime his years en begin fer ter sing: 

“’De place wharbouts you spill de grease,
Right dar you er boun’ ter slide,
An’ whar you fin’ a bunch er ha’r,
You’ll sholy fine de hide.’

“Nex’ day, Brer Fox sont word by Mr. Mink, en skuze hisse’f kaze he wuz too sick fer ter come, en he ax Brer Rabbit fer ter come en take dinner wid him, en Brer Rabbit say he wuz ’gree’ble.

“Bimeby, w’en de shadders wuz at der shortes’, Brer Rabbit he sorter brush up en sa’nter down ter Brer Fox’s house, en w’en he got dar, he hear somebody groanin’, en he look in de do’ an dar he see Brer Fox settin’ up in a rockin’-cheer all wrop up wid flannil, en he look mighty weak.  Brer Rabbit look all roun’, he did, but he ain’t see no dinner.  De dish-pan wuz settin’ on de table, en close by wuz a kyarvin’ knife.