He say his ole 'oman sick, en his
chilluns col', en de fier done gone out. Brer Fox, he feel bad
'bout dis, en he tuck'n s'ply Brer Rabbit widder chunk er fier.
Brer Rabbit see Brer Fox cookin' some nice beef, en his mouf gun
ter water, but he take de fier, he did, en he put out to'rds
home; but present'y yer he come back, en he say de fier done gone
out. Brer Fox 'low dat he want er invite to dinner, but he don't
say nuthin', en bimeby Brer Rabbit he up'n say, sezee:
"'Brer Fox, whar you git so much nice beef?' sezee, en den Brer
Fox he up'n 'spon', sezee:
"'You come ter my house termorrer ef yo' fokes ain't too sick, en
I kin show you whar you kin git plenty beef mo' nicer dan dish
yer,' sezee.
"Well, sho nuff, de nex' day fotch Brer Rabbit, en Brer Fox say,
sezee:
"'Der's a man down yander by Miss Meadows's w'at got heap er fine
cattle, en he gotter cow name Bookay,' sezee, 'en you des go en
say Bookay, en she'll open her mouf, en you kin jump in en git
des as much meat ez you kin tote,' sez Brer Fox, sezee.
"'Well, I'll go 'long,' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee, 'en you kin jump
fus' en den I'll come follerin' atter,' sezee.
"Wid dat dey put out, en dey went promernadin' 'roun' 'mong de
cattle, dey did, twel bimeby dey struck up wid de one dey wuz
atter.
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