MR. FOX and MISS GOOSE
There here gooses is mighty curious fowls; they are mighty curious. In old times they was amongst the big-bugs, and in them days, when old Miss Goose begun a-dining, all the quality was there. Likewise, and neither was they stuck-up, 'cause with all their carrying-ons, Miss Goose weren't too proud for to take in washing for the neighborhoods, and she make money, and get slick and fat.
This the way matters stand when one day Brer Fox and Brer Rabbit, they was sitting up at the cotton-patch, one on one side the fence, and the other one on the other side, going on with one another, when first news they know, they hear something—blim, blim, blim!
Brer Fox, he ask what that fuss is, and Brer Rabbit, he up and respond that it's old Miss Goose down at the spring. Then Brer Fox, he up and ask what she doing, and Brer Rabbit, he say, sezee, that she battling clothes. That what they call it them days. These times, they rubs clothes on these here boards what got furrows in 'em, but them days they just took and took the clothes and lay 'em out on a bench, and catch hold of the battling-stick and naturally paddle the filling out of 'em.
The minute he say that, Brer Rabbit, he know something was up, and he allow to hisself that he expect he better whirl in and have some fun whiles it going on.
By and by Brer Fox up and say to Brer Rabbit that he pleased to be moving along towards home, and with that they both say good-bye.
Brer Fox, he put out to where his family was, but Brer Rabbit, he slip 'round, he did, and call on old Miss Goose. Old Miss Goose she was down at the spring, washing, and boiling, and battling clothes; but Brer Rabbit he march up and ask her howdy, and then she took and ask Brer Rabbit howdy.
"I'd shake hands 'long with you, Brer Rabbit," says she, "but they are all full of suds," says she.
"No matter 'bout that, Miss Goose," says Brer Rabbit, says he, "so long as yo' will's good," says he.