Joel Chandler Harris

“ Brer Rabbit, he dunno nuthin’ tall ’bout no fishes. Brer Wolf he up’n say he bleedzd ter b’leeve Brer Rabbit got dem fishes. Brer Rabbit ’ny it up en down, but Brer Wolf stan’ to it dat Brer Rabbit got dem fishes. Brer Rabbit, he say dat if Brer Wolf b’leeve he got de fishes, den he give Brer Wolf lief fer ter kill de bes’ cow he got. Brer Wolf, he tuck Brer Rabbit at his word, en go off ter de pastur’ en drive up de cattle en kill Brer Rabbit bes’ cow. ”

“ En he wa’n’t mo’n gone ’fo’ Brer Rabbit, he whirl in en skunt de cow en salt de hide down, en den he tuck’n cut up de kyarkiss en stow it ’way in de smoke-’ouse, en den he tuck’n stick de een’ er de cow-tail in de groun’. Atter he gone en done all dis, den Brer Rabbit he squall out fer Brer Wolf:
“‘Run yer, Brer Wolf! Run yer! Yo’ cow gwine in de groun’! Run yer!’
“W’en ole Brer Wolf got dar, w’ich he come er scootin’, dar wuz Brer Rabbit hol’in’ on ter de cow-tail, fer ter keep it fum gwine in de groun’. Brer Wolf, he kotch holt, en dey ’gin a pull er two en up come de tail. ”

“ Brer Rabbit, he hate mighty bad fer ter lose his cow, but he lay his plans, en he tell his chilluns dat he gwineter have dat beef yit. Brer Wolf, he bin tuck up by de patter-rollers ’fo’ now, en he mighty skeer’d un um, en fus news you know, yer come Brer Rabbit hollerin’ en tellin’ Brer Wolf dat de patter-rollers comin’. ”