En Brer Rabbit--Ole Man Rabbit, as dey call him--he up en he
sez, sezee, I ain't gwineter 'sociate long er no Brer Foxes no mo',
he sez; 'taint 'spectubble, he sez. An' nex time Brer Rabbit met Brer
Fox, Brer Rabbit 'fuse ter 'spon ter his howdy, and dis make Brer
Fox feel mighty bad, seein' ez how dey useter make so many scurshuns
togedder.
"Hol' on dar, Brer Rabbit!" sez Brer Fox, sezee.
"I ain't got time, Brer Fox," says Brer Rabbit, sezee, kinder mendin'
his licks.
"I wanter have some confab wid you, Brer Rabbit," says Brer Fox,
sezee.
"All right, Brer Fox, but you had better holler fum whar' you stan',"
sez Brer Rabbit, "so's der res' may hear. I sorter members der las'
time we confabbed togedder, sezee, when we war des as soshubble ez
er basket er kittens, twel bimeby you kinder went down to der bottom
kerblunkity-blunk, and den you sorter rounded on _me_ 'bout der
privit palaver, en I des don't like der way ez der sym'tums seem to
segashuate," says Brer Rabbit, sezee.
"Youer stuck up, dat's w'at you is, but you ain't gwineter boss _me_,"
says Brer Fox, sezee.
Brer Rabbit, he sorter chuckle in his stummuck, he did, but he ain't
sayin' nuthin'.
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