"'You run 'long home, en git on de bed, en make like you dead, en
don't you say nothin' twel Brer Rabbit come en put his han's
onter you,' sez Brer Wolf, sezee, 'en ef we don't git 'im fer
supper, Joe's dead en Sal's a widder,' sezee.

"Dis look like mighty nice game, en Brer Fox 'greed. So den he
amble off home, en Brer Wolf, he march off ter Brer Rabbit house.
W'en he got dar, hit look like nobody at home, but Brer Wolf he
walk up en knock on de do'--blam! blam! Nobody come. Den he
lam aloose en knock 'gin--blim! blim!

"'Who dar?' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee.

"'Fr'en',' sez Brer Wolf.

"'Too menny fr'en's spiles de dinner,' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee;
'w'ich un's dis?' sezee.

"'I fetch bad news, Brer Rabbit,' sez Brer Wolf, sezee.

"'Bad news is soon tole,' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee.

"By dis time Brer Rabbit done come ter de do', wid his head tied
up in a red hankcher.

"'Brer Fox died dis mornin',' sez Brer Wolf, sezee.

"'Whar yo' mo'nin' gown, Brer Wolf?' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee.