"Brer Rabbit, he hate mighty bad fer ter lose his cow, but he lay
his plans, en he tell his chilluns dat he gwineter have dat beef
yit. Brer Wolf, he bin tuck up by de patter-rollers 'fo' now, en
he mighty skeer'd un um, en fus news you know, yer come Brer
Rabbit hollerin' en tellin' Brer Wolf dat de patter-rollers
comin'.

"'You run en hide, Brer Wolf,' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee, 'en I'll
stay yer en take keer er de cow twel you gits back,' sezee.

"Soon's Brer Wolf hear talk er de patter-rollers, he scramble off
inter de underbrush like he bin shot out'n a gun. En he wa'n't
mo'n gone 'fo' Brer Rabbit, he whirl in en skunt de cow en salt
de hide down, en den he tuck'n cut up de kyarkiss en stow it 'way
in de smoke-'ouse, en den he tuck'n stick de een' er de cow-tail
in de groun'. Atter he gone en done all dis, den Brer Rabbit he
squall out fer Brer Wolf:

"'Run yer, Brer Wolf! Run yer! Yo' cow gwine in de groun'! Run
yer!'

"W'en ole Brer Wolf got dar, w'ich he come er scootin', dar wuz
Brer Rabbit hol'in' on ter de cow-tail, fer ter keep it fum gwine
in de groun'. Brer Wolf, he kotch holt, en dey 'gin a pull er two
en up come de tail. Den Brer Rabbit, he wink his off eye en say,
sezee:

"'Dar! de tail done pull out en de cow gone,' sezee. But Brer
Wolf he wern't de man fer ter give it up dat away, en he got 'im
a spade, en a pick-axe, en a shovel, en he dig en dig fer dat cow