BOOKAY THE COW
Now, then, this here tale what I'm a-going to give you is the last row of stumps, sho. This here's where old Brer Fox lost his breath, and he ain't find it no more down to this day.
Sure enough, in they jump, and when they got there, Brer Fox, he say, says he, "You can cut most anywheres, Brer Rabbit, but don't cut 'round the haslet," says he.
"Roastin', or bakin', or fryin'," says Brer Fox, says he, "don't get too nigh the haslet," says he.
They cut and they carved, and they carved and they cut, and whiles they was cutting and carving, and slashing away, Brer Rabbit, he took and hacked into the haslet, and with that down fell the cow dead.
"What we gonna do?" says Brer Rabbit, says he.
"I'll get in the maul," says Brer Fox, "an' you'll jump in the gall," says he.
Next morning here come the man what the cow belong to, and he ask who kill Bookay. Nobody don't say nothing. Then the man say he'll cut her open and see, and then he whirl in, and it weren't no time before he had her entrails spread out. Brer Rabbit, he crept out of the gall, and say, says he, "Mister Man! Oh, Mister Man! I'll tell you who kill yo' cow. You look in the maul, an' there you'll find him," says he.
By and by, he come up with Brer Rabbit, and sat down for to tell him how it was, and whiles they was a setting there, here come old Miss Fox a-slipping up and grab 'em both. Then she tell 'em what she going do. Brer Rabbit she going to kill, and Tobe she going to lam if it's the last act.
Den Brer Rabbit says, says he, "If you please, ma'am, Miss Fox, lay me on the grindstone an' ground off my nose so I can't smell no more when I'm dead."