MR. FOX AND MISS GOOSE 
Rabbit, he slip ’roun’, he did, en call on ole Miss Goose. Ole Miss 
Goose she wuz down at de spring, washin’, en balin’, en battlin’ 
cloze; but Brer Rabbit he march up en ax her howdy, en den she 
tuck’n ax Brer Rabbit howdy. 
“‘I’d shake han’s ’long wid you, Brer Rabbit,’ sez she, ‘but 
dey er all full er suds,’ sez she. 
“‘No marter ’bout dat, Miss Goose,’ sez Brer Rabbit, sezee, 
‘so long ez yo’ will’s good,’ sezee.” 
“A goose with hands, Uncle Remus!” the little boy ex¬ 
claimed. 
“How you know goose ain’t got han’s?” Uncle Remus inquired, 
with a frown. “Is you been sleepin’ longer ole man Know-All? 
Little mo’ en you’ll up’n stan’ me down dat snakes ain’t got no 
foots, and yit you take en lay a snake down yer ’fo’ de fier, en his 
foots ’ll come out right ’fo’ yo’ eyes.” 
Uncle Remus paused here, but presently continued: — 
“Atter ole Miss Goose en Brer Rabbit done pass de time er 
day wid one er n’er, Brer Rabbit, he ax; ’er, he did, how she 
come on deze days, en Miss Goose say, mighty po’ly. 
“‘I’m gittin’ stiff en I’m gittin’ clumpsy,’ sez she, ‘en mo’n 
dat I’m gittin’ bline,’ sez she. ‘Des ’fo’ you happen ’long, Brer 
Rabbit, I drap my specks in de tub yer, en ef you’d ’a’ come ’long 
’bout dat time,’ sez ole Miss Goose, sez she, ‘I lay I’d er tuck you 
for dat nasty, owdashus Brer Fox, en it ud er bin a born blessin’ 
ef I had n’t er scald you wid er pan er b’ilin’ suds,’ sez she. ‘ I’m 
dat glad I foun’ my specks I dunner w’at ter do,’ sez ole Miss 
Goose, sez she. 
“Den Brer Rabbit, he up’n say dat bein’s how Sis Goose done 
fotch up Brer Fox name, he got sump’n’ fer ter tell ’er, en den 
he let out ’bout Brer Fox gwine ter call on ’er. 
“‘He cornin’,’ sez Brer Rabbit, sezee; ‘he cornin’ sho’, en w’en 
he come hit’ll be des ’fo’ day,’ sezee. 
“Wid dat, ole Miss Goose wipe ’er han’s on ’er apun, en put 
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