"'You all better run yer, fokes,' sez Brer Possum, sezee. 'De
las' drap er dat butter done gone!'

"'Whar she gone?' sez Brer Fox, sezee.

"'Look like she dry up,' sez Brer Possum, sezee.

"Den Brer Rabbit, he look sorter sollum, he did, en he up'n say,
sezee.

"'I speck dat butter melt in somebody mouf,' sezee. Den dey went
down ter de spring wid Brer Possum, en sho nuff de butter done
gone. W'iles dey wuz sputin' over de wunderment, Brer Rabbit say
he see tracks all 'roun' dar, en he p'int out dat ef dey'll all
go ter sleep, he kin ketch de chap w'at stole de butter. Den dey
all lie down en Brer Fox en Brer Possum dey soon drapt off ter
sleep, but Brer Rabbit he stay 'wake, en w'en de time come he
raise up easy en smear Brer Possum mouf wid de butter on his
paws, en den he run off en nibble up de bes' er de dinner w'at
dey lef' layin' out, en den he come back en wake up Brer Fox, en
show 'im de butter on Brer Possum mouf. Den dey wake up Brer
Possum, en tell 'im 'bout it, but c'ose Brer Possum 'ny it ter de
las'. Brer Fox, dough, he's a kinder lawyer, en he argafy dis
way--dat Brer Possum wuz de fus one at de butter, en de fus one
fer ter miss it, en mo'n dat, dar hang de signs on his mouf. Brer
Possum see dat dey got 'im jammed up in a cornder, en den he up
en say dat de way fer ter ketch de man w'at stole de butter is
ter b'il' a big bresh-heap en set her afier, en all han's try ter
jump over, en de one w'at fall in, den he de chap w'at stole de