MR. LION’S SAD PREDICAMENT 
Brer Rabbit say he fear’d. Den Mr. Lion git mighty mad, en he 
’gun ter beller wuss’n one er deze yer bull-yearlin’s. He beller 
so long en he beller so loud twel present’y de t’er creeturs dey 
’gun ter come up fer ter see w’at de matter. 
“Des soon ez dey come up, Brer Rabbit, he tuck’n ’gun ter 
talk biggity en strut ’roun’, en, Man — Sir! w’en dem yuthers 
see dat Brer Rabbit done got Mr. Lion tied up, I let you know 
dey tuck’n walked way ’roun’ ’im, en’t wuz many a long day ’fo’ 
dey tuck’n pestered ole Brer Rabbit.” 
Here Aunt Tempy paused. The little boy asked what Brother 
Rabbit tied Mr. Lion for; but she did n’t know; Uncle Remus, 
however, came to the rescue. 
“One time long ’fo’ dat, honey, Brer Rabbit went ter de branch 
fer ter git a drink er water, en ole Mr. Lion tuck’n druv ’im off, en 
fum dat time out Brer Rabbit bin huntin’ a chance fer ter ketch 
up wid ’im.” 
“Dat’s so,” said Aunt Tempy, and then she added: — 
“I ’clare I ain’t gwine tell you all not na’er n’er tale, dat I 
ain’t. ’Kaze you des set dar en you ain’t crack a smile fum de 
time I begin. Ef dat’d ’a’ bin Brer Remus, now, dey’d ’a ’ bin mo’ 
gigglin* gwine on dan you kin shake a stick at. I’m right down 
mad, dat I is.” 
“Well, I tell you dis, Sis Tempy,” said Uncle Remus, with 
unusual emphasis, “ef deze yer tales wuz des fun, fun, fun, en 
giggle, giggle, giggle, I let you know I’d a-done drapt um long 
ago. Yasser, w’en it come down ter gigglin’ you kin des count 
ole Remus out.” 
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