"Las', one day Brer Fox come 'long all rig out, en ax Brer Rabbit
fer ter go huntin' wid 'im, but Brer Rabbit, he sorter feel lazy,
en he tell Brer Fox dat he got some udder fish fer ter fry. Brer
Fox feel mighty sorry, he did, but he say he bleeve he try his
han' enny how, en off he put. He wuz gone all day, en he had a
monstus streak er luck, Brer Fox did, en he bagged a sight er
game. Bimeby, to'rds de shank er de evenin', Brer Rabbit sorter
stretch hisse'f, he did, en 'low hit's mos' time fer Brer Fox fer
ter git 'long home. Den Brer Rabbit, he went'n mounted a stump
fer ter see ef he could year Brer Fox comin'. He ain't bin dar
long, twel sho' enuff, yer come Brer Fox thoo de woods, singing
like a nigger at a frolic. Brer Rabbit, he lipt down off'n de
stump, he did, en lay down in de road en make like he dead. Brer
Fox he come 'long, he did, en see Brer Rabbit layin' dar. He tu'n
'im over, he did, en 'zamine 'im, en say, sezee:

"'Dish yer rabbit dead. He look like he bin dead long time. He
dead, but he mighty fat. He de fattes' rabbit w'at I ever see,
but he bin dead too long. I feard ter take 'im home,' sezee.

"Brer Rabbit ain't sayin' nuthin'. Brer Fox, he sorter lick his
chops, but he went on en lef' Brer Rabbit layin' in de road.
Dreckly he wuz outer sight, Brer Rabbit, he jump up, he did, en
run roun' thoo de Woods en git befo Brer Fox agin. Brer Fox, he
come up, en dar lay Brer Rabbit, periently col' en stiff. Brer
Fox, he look at Brer Rabbit, en he sorter study. Atter while he
onslung his game-bag, en say ter hisse'f, sezee:

"'Deze yer rabbits gwine ter was'e. I'll des 'bout leave my game
yer, en I'll go back'n git dat udder rabbit, en I'll make fokes