En den you kin broke it.'

"Den de little Rabbits, dey git mighty glad, en dey gnyawed de
cane mos' 'fo' 'ole Brer Fox could git his legs oncrosst, en w'en
dey kyard 'im de cane, Brer Fox, he sot dar en study how he
gwineter make some mo' skuse fer nabbin' un um, en bimeby he git
up en git down de sifter w'at wuz hangin' on de wall, en holler
out:

"'Come yer, Rabs! Take dish yer sifter, en run down't de spring
en fetch me some fresh water.'

"De little Rabbits, dey run down't de spring, en try ter dip up
de water wid de sifter, but co'se hit all run out, en hit keep on
runnin' out, twel bimeby de little Rabbits sot down en 'gun ter
cry. Den de little bird settin' up in de tree he begin fer ter
sing, en dish yer's de song w'at he sing:

"'Sifter hol' water same ez a tray,
Ef you fill it wid moss en dob it wid clay;
De Fox git madder de longer you stay--
Fill it wid moss en dob it wid clay.'

"Up dey jump, de little Rabbits did, en dey fix de sifter so
'twon't leak, en den dey kyar de water ter ole Brer Fox. Den Brer
Fox he git mighty mad, en p'int out a great big stick er wood, en
tell de little Rabbits fer ter put dat on de fier. De little
chaps dey got 'roun' de wood, dey did, en dey lif' at it so hard
twel dey could see der own sins, but de wood ain't budge. Den dey
hear de little bird singin', en dish yer's de song w'at he sing: