She straint an' she straint, but her strengt' wan't 'nuff
fur ter move hit den; an' so she sez, 'Mr. Woodpecker,' sez she,
's'posin' I cotch hold yer feet, an' try ter pull yer back dis way?'
'All right,' sez de Woodpecker; an' de Robin, she cotch er good grip
on his feet, an' she brace herse'f up 'gins er bush, an' pullt wid all
her might, an' atter er wile she fotch 'im thu; but she wuz bleeged
ter lef' his topnot behin', fur his head wuz skunt des ez clean ez yer
han'; 'twuz jes ez raw, honey, ez er piece er beef.
"An' wen de Robin seed dat, she wuz mighty 'stressed; an' she tuck his
head an' helt it gins her breas' fur ter try an' cumfut him, an' de
blood got all ober her breas', an' hit's red plum tell yit.
"Well, de Woodpecker he went erlong home, an' de Robin she nusst him
tell his head got well; but de topknot wuz gone, an' it pyeart like de
blood all settled in his head, caze fum dat day ter dis his head's ben
red."
"An' did he marry the Robin?" asked Diddie.
"Now I done tol' yer all I know," said Uncle Bob. "I gun yer de tale
jes like I hyearn it, an' I ain't er gwine ter make up nuffin', an'
tell yer wat I dunno ter be de truff. Efn dar's any mo' ter it, den I
ain't neber hyearn hit. I gun yer de tale jes like hit wuz gunt ter
me, an' efn yer ain't satisfied wid hit, den I can't holp it.
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