HOW WATTLE WEASEL WAS CAUGHT 
down, en he ain’t kin eat no mo’ butter dat year. Den dey fix 
up ’n’er choosement en ’p’int Brer Possum fer ter watch de butter. 
“Brer Possum, he grin en watch, and bimeby,sho’ ’nuff, in pop 
little Wattle Weasel. He come in, he did, en he sorter hunch Brer 
Possum in de short ribs, en ax ’im how he come on. Brer Possum 
mighty ticklish, en time Wattle Weasel totch ’im in de short ribs, 
he ’gun ter laugh. Wattle Weasel totch ’im ag’in en laugh wusser, 
en he keep on hunchin’ ’im dat a-way twel bimeby Brer Possum 
laugh hisse’f plum outer win’, en Wattle Weasel lef’ ’im dar en 
nibble up de butter. 
“De creeturs, dey tuck’n mark Brer Possum down, en ’p’int 
Brer Coon. Brer Coon, he tuck’n start in all so mighty fine; but 
w’iles he settin’ dar, little Wattle Weasel banter ’im fer a race up 
de branch. No sooner say dan yer dey went! Brer Coon, he foller 
de tu’ns er de branch, en little Wattle Weasel he take’n take nigh 
cuts, en’t wa’n’t no time ’fo’ he done run Brer Coon plum down. 
Den dey run down de branch, and ’fo’ Brer Coon kin ketch up wid 
’im, dat little Wattle Weasel done got back ter de noggin er 
butter, en nibble it up. 
“Den de creeturs tuck’n mark Brer Coon down, dey did, en 
’p’int Brer Fox fer ter watch de butter. Wattle Weasel sorter 
’fear’d ’er Brer Fox. He study long time, en den he wait twel 
night. Den he tuck’n went ’roun’ in de ole fiel’ en woke up de 
Killdees 1 en druv ’roun’ todes de spring-house. Brer Fox year 
um holler, en it make he mouf water. Bimeby, he ’low ter hisse’f 
dat’t ain’t no harm ef he go out en slip up on one.” 
“Dar now!” said Aunt Tempy. 
“Brer Fox tuck’n slip out, en Wattle Weasel he slicked in, 
en bless yo’ soul! dar goes de butter!” 
“Enty!” exclaimed Daddy Jack. 
“Brer Fox he git marked down,” continued Uncle Remus, “en 
den de creeturs tuck’n ’p’int Brer Wolf fer ter be dey watcher. 
1 Killdeers — a species of plover. 
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