"Brer B'ar tell him howdy, but he sorter keep one eye on 'im. Little Wattle Weasel 'low:
"'En you got ticks on yo' back, Brer B'ar?'
"Wid dat Wattle Weasel 'gun ter rub Brer B'ar on de back en scratch 'im on de sides, en 't wa'n't long 'fo' he 'uz stretch out fast asleep en sno'in' lak a saw-mill. Co'se Wattle Weasel git de butter. Brer B'ar he got marked down, and den de creeturs aint know w'at dey gwine do skacely.
"Some say sen' fer Brer Rabbit, some say sen' fer Brer Tarrypin; but las' dey sent fer Brer Rabbit. Brer Rabbit, he tuck a notion dat dey 'uz fixin' up some kinder trick on 'im, en dey hatter beg mightily, mon, 'fo' he 'ud come en set up 'longside er dey butter.
"But bimeby he 'greed, en he went down ter de spring-house en look 'roun'. Den he tuck'n got 'im a twine string, en hide hisse'f whar he kin keep he eye on de noggin er butter. He aint wait long 'fo' yer come Wattle Weasel. Des ez he 'bout ter nibble at de butter, Brer Rabbit holler out:
"'Let dat butter 'lone!'
"Wattle Weasel jump back lak de butter bu'nt 'im. He jump back, he did, en say:
"'Sho'ly dat mus' be Brer Rabbit!'
"'De same. I 'low'd you'd know me. Des let dat butter 'lone.'
"'Des lemme git one little bit er tas'e, Brer Rabbit.'