Dat's w'at."
"What time was that, Uncle Remus?" the little boy asked.
"De time w'en Brer Fox drapt in at Brer Rabbit house, en didn't
foun' nobody dar ceppin' de little Rabbits. Ole Brer Rabbit, he
wuz off some'rs raiding on a collard patch, en ole Miss Rabbit
she wuz tendin' on a quiltin' in de naberhood, en wiles de little
Rabbits wuz playin' hidin'-switch, in drapt Brer Fox. De little
Rabbits wuz so fat dat dey fa'rly make his mouf water, but he
'member 'bout Brer Wolf, en he skeer'd fer ter gobble urn up
ceppin' he got some skuse. De little Rabbits, dey mighty
skittish, en dey sorter huddle deyse'f up tergedder en watch Brer
Fox motions. Brer Fox, he sot dar en study w'at sorter skuse he
gwineter make up. Bimeby he see a great big stalk er sugar-cane
stan'in' up in de cornder, en he cle'r up his th'oat en talk
biggity:
"'Yer! you young Rabs dar, sail 'roun' yer en broke me a piece er
dat sweetnin'-tree,' sezee, en den he koff.
"De little Rabbits, dey got out de sugar-cane, dey did, en dey
rastle wid it, en sweat over it, but twan't no use. Dey
couldn't broke it. Brer Fox, he make like he ain't watchin', but
he keep on holler'n:
"'Hurry up dar, Rabs! I'm a waitin' on you.
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