"'De place wharbouts you spill de grease,
Right dar you er boun' ter slide,
An' whar you fin' a bunch er ha'r,
You'll sholy fine de hide.'

"Nex' day, Brer Fox sont word by Mr. Mink, en skuze hisse'f kaze
he wuz too sick fer ter come, en he ax Brer Rabbit fer ter come
en take dinner wid him, en Brer Rabbit say he wuz 'gree'ble.

"Bimeby, w'en de shadders wuz at der shortes', Brer Rabbit he
sorter brush up en sa'nter down ter Brer Fox's house, en w'en he
got dar, he hear somebody groanin', en he look in de do' an dar
he see Brer Fox settin' up in a rockin'-cheer all wrop up wid
flannil, en he look mighty weak. Brer Rabbit look all roun', he
did, but he ain't see no dinner. De dish-pan wuz settin' on de
table, en close by wuz a kyarvin' knife.

"'Look like you gwineter have chicken fer dinner, Brer Fox,' sez
Brer Rabbit, sezee.

"'Yes, Brer Rabbit, dey er nice, en fresh, en tender, 'sez Brer
Fox, sezee.

"Den Brer Rabbit sorter pull his mustarsh, en say: 'You ain't got
no calamus root, is you, Brer Fox? I done got so now dat I can't
eat no chicken 'ceppin she's seasoned up wid calamus root.'
En wid dat Brer Rabbit lipt out er de do' and dodge 'mong the
bushes, en sot dar watchin' for Brer Fox; en he ain't watch long,
nudder, kaze Brer Fox flung off de flannil en crope out er de