When Becky's Bill was growing up, he went frolicking around, and one night he come through the Two-Mile Swamp. He come along, he did, and the first news you know a great big old owl flewed up in a tree and snap he bill just like somebody cracking a whip.
Becky's Bill make like he ain't take no notice, but he sort of mend he gait.
Presently, old Mr. Owl flewed up in another tree little ways ahead, and smack he mouth. Then he hollow out, "Who cooks — who cooks — who cooks for you all?"
Becky's Bill move on — he make like he ain't hear nothing.
Old Mr. Owl hollow out, "Who cooks — who cooks — who cooks for you all?"
By that time Becky's Bill done get sort of scared, and he stop and say, "Well, sir, enduring of the week, mammy, she cooks, but on Sundays, and more specially if they got company, then old Aunt Dicey, she cooks."
Old Mr. Owl, he ruffle up he feathers, he did, and smack he mouth, and look down at Becky's Bill, and allow, "Who cooks — who cooks — who cooks for you-all?"
Becky's Bill, he take off he hat, he did. and allow, says he, "Well, sir, it's just like I tell you. More in generally enduring of the week, mammy, she cooks, but on Sundays, more specially when they got company, old Aunt Dicey, she cooks."
Old Mr. Owl, he keep asking, and Becky's Bill keep on telling till, by and by, Becky's Bill, he got scared, and tired, and mad, and then he leapt out from there and he run home like a quarter-horse; and now if you get him in that swamp you got to go along with him.