Well, in dem days de Peafowl he nuber had none er dem
eyes on his tail wat he got now; his tail wuz des er clean blue."
"Did you see him, Daddy?" interrupted Dumps.
"No, honey, I ain't seed 'im wen he wuz dat way; dat wuz fo' my time;
but den I know hit's de truf, do; his tail wuz er clar blue dout'n no
eyes on it; an' he wuz er pow'ful proud bird, an', 'stid er him
'ten'in ter his bizness, he des prumeraded de streets an' de roads,
an' he felt hisse'f too big fur ter ten' ter his wuck. Well, de Owl
knowed dat, an' so wen he seed de Peafowl walkin' by so big, an' him
in de kitchen er cookin', it kinter hu't his feelin's, so he tuck'n
holler'd at de Peafowl,
"'Whooo cooks fur you-oo-a?
Whooo cooks fur you-oo-a?
I cooks fur my folks,
But who cooks fur y' all-ll-l?'
"Now he jes done dat out'n pyo' sass'ness, caze he knowed de Peafowl
felt hisse'f 'bove cookin'; an' wen de Peafowl hyeard dat, he 'gun ter
git mad; an' he 'lowed dat ef'n de Owl said dat ter him ergin dey'd be
er fuss on his han's. Well, de nex' day de Owl seed him comin,' an' he
'gun fer ter scrape out'n his pots an' skillets, an' ez he scrape 'em
he holler'd out,
"'Whoo cooks fur you-oo-a?
Whoo cooks fur you-oo-a?
Ef you'll cook fur my folks,
Den I'll cook fur y' all-l-lll.
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