so tight dat twuz way 'fo day in de mornin' 'fo' she loose it.
Anyhow hit wuz endurin' er de night, en atter she git loose she
sorter graze 'roun', she did, fer ter jestify 'er stummuck she
low'd, ole Miss Cow did, dat Brer Rabbit be hoppin' long dat way
fer ter see how she gittin' on, en she tuck'n lay er trap fer
'im; en des 'bout sunrise w'at'd ole Miss Cow do but march up ter
de 'simmon tree en stick er horn back in de hole? But, bless yo'
soul, honey, w'ile she wuz croppin' de grass she tuck one mou'ful
too menny, kaze w'en she hitch on ter de 'simmon tree agin, Brer
Rabbit wuz settin' in de fence cornder a watchin' un 'er. Den
Brer Rabbit he say ter hisse'f:

"'Heyo,' sezee, 'w'at dis yer gwine on now? Hol' yo' hosses, Sis
Cow, twel you hear me comin',' sezee.

"En den he crope off down de fence, Brer Rabbit did, en bimeby
here he come--lippity-clippity, clippity-lippity--des a sailin'
down de big road.

"'Mornin', Sis Cow,' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee, 'bow you come on dis
mornin'?' sezee.

"Po'ly, Brer Rabbit, poly,' sez Miss Cow, sez she. 'I ain't had
no res' all night,' sez she. 'I can't pull loose,' sez she, 'but
ef you'll come en ketch holt er my tail, Brer Rabbit,' sez she,
'I reckin may be I kin fetch my horn out,' sez she. Den Brer
Rabbit, he come up little closer, but he ain't gittin' too close.

"'I speck I'm nigh nuff, Sis Cow,' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee. 'I'm a
mighty puny man, en I might git trompled,' sezee. 'You do de