"'Some say it too full er wiggletails,[43] Brer Rabbit.' (De skeeters, dey zoon en dey zoon.)
"'Mighty nice place you got, Brer Wolf.' (Skeeters dey zoon.)
"'Some say it too low in de swamp, Brer Rabbit.' (Skeeters dey zoon en dey zoon.)
"Dey zoon so bad," said Uncle Remus, drawing a long breath, "dat Brer Rabbit 'gun ter git skeer'd, en w'en dat creetur git skeer'd, he min' wuk lak one er deze yer flutter-mills. Bimeby, he 'low:
"'Went ter town t'er day, en dar I seed a sight w'at I never 'speckted ter see.'
"'W'at dat, Brer Rabbit?'
"'Spotted hoss, Brer Wolf.'
"'No, Brer Rabbit!'
"'I mos' sho'ly seed 'im, Brer Wolf.'
"Brer Wolf, he scratch he head, en de gal she hilt up 'er han's en make great 'miration 'bout de spotted hoss. (De skeeters dey zoon, en dey keep on zoonin'.) Brer Rabbit, he talk on, he did: