Now yer better
turn me er loose,' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee; I got er nuther han' lef','
and 'ker bum' he come wid his udder han', on de tar baby's tuther jaw,
an' dat han' stuck.
"'Look er hyear! who yer foolin' wid?' sez Brer Rabbit; 'I got er foot
yit.' Den he kick wid all his might, an' his foot stuck. Den he kick
wid his udder foot, an' dat stuck. Den Brer Rabbit he 'gun ter git
madder'n he wuz, an' sezee, 'Ef yer fool 'long o' me mun I'll butt de
life out'n yer," an' he hault off wid his head, an' butt de tar baby
right in de chis, an' his head stuck. Dar he wuz! an' dar he had ter
stay, till, by'mby, Brer Fox he come er long, an' he seed de Rabbit er
stickin' dar, an' he tuck him up, an' he cyard 'im long ter Brer
Coon's house, an' he sez, sezee,
"'Brer Coon, hyear's de man wat stole my goobers; now wat mus' I do
wid 'im?'
"Brer Coon tuck de Fox off one side, he did, an' he say, 'Le's give
'im his chice, wheder he'd er ruther be tho'd in de fire or de
brier-patch; an' ef he say de fire, den we'll fling 'im in de briers;
an' ef he say de briers, den we'll fling 'im in de fire.' So dey went
back ter de Rabbit, an' ax 'im wheder he'd er ruther be tho'd in de
fire or de briers.
"'Oh, Brer Fox,' sezee, 'plee-ee-eeze don't tho me in de briers, an'
git me all scratched up; plee-ee-eeze tho me in de fire; fur de Lord's
sake,' sezee, 'don't tho me in de briers.
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