BRER RABBIT AND THE POISON 
laughing heartily, “but’t ain’t de same tale. I mos’ ’shame’ ter 
tell it.” 
“You gittin’ too ole ter be blushin’, Sis Tempy,” said Uncle 
Remus with dignity. 
“Well den,” said Aunt Tempy, wiping her fat face with her 
apron: “One time Brer Rabbit un Brer Wolf tuck’n gone off 
som’ers un kilt a cow, un w’en dey come fer ter ’vide out de 
kyarkiss, Brer Wolf ’low dat bein’s he de biggest he oughter 
have de mos’, un he light in, he did, un do like he gwine ter take 
it all. Brer Rabbit do like he don’t keer much, but he keer so 
bad hit make ’im right sick. He tuck’n walk all ’roun’ de kyar¬ 
kiss, he did, un snuff de air, un terreckly he say: — 
“‘Brer Wolf! — O Brer Wolf! — is dis meat smell ’zuckly 
right ter you?’ 
“Brer Wolf, he cuttin’ un he kyarvin’ un he ain’t sayin’ 
nothin’. Brer Rabbit, he walk all ’roun’ un ’roun’ de kyarkiss. 
He feel it un he kick it. Terreckly he say: — 
“‘Brer Wolf! — O Brer Wolf! — Dis meat feel mighty flabby 
ter me; how it feel ter you?’ 
“Brer Wolf, he year all dat’s said, but he keep on a-cuttin’ un 
a kyarvin’. Brer Rabbit say: — 
“‘You kin talk er not talk, Brer Wolf, des ez youer min’ ter, 
yit ef I ain’t mistooken in de sign, you’ll do some tall talkin’ ’fo* 
youer done wid dis beef. Now you mark w’at I tell you!’ 
“Brer Rabbit put out fum dar, en’t wa’n’t long ’fo’ yer he come 
back wid a chunk er fier, un a dish er salt. W’en Brer Wolf see dis, 
he say: — 
“‘W’at you gwine do wid all dat, Brer Rabbit?’ 
“Brer Rabbit laugh like he know mo’ dan he gwine tell, un he 
say: — 
“‘Bless yo’ soul, Brer Wolf! I ain’t gwine ter kyar er poun’ er 
dis meat home tel I fin’ out w’at de matter wid it. No I ain’t — 
so dar now! ’ 
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