"Hit tu'n out dat Brer Wolf ain't hurted much, en w'en he fine dis out, he tuck'n tuck a notion dat ef he ev' gwine git he revengeance out'n Brer Rabbit, right den wuz de time, en no sooner does dat come 'cross he min' dan he tuck'n grab Brer Rabbit by de nap er de neck en de small er de back.
"Brer Rabbit he kick en squeal, but 't ain't do no manner er good, 'kaze de mo' w'at he kick de mo' tighter Brer Wolf clamp 'im, w'ich he squoze 'im so hard dat Brer Rabbit wuz fear'd he 'uz gwine ter cut off he breff. Brer Rabbit, he 'low:—
"'Well, den, Brer Wolf! Is dish yer de way you thanks folks fer savin' yo' life?'
"Brer Wolf grin big, en den he up'n 'low:—
"'I'll thank you, Brer Rabbit, en den I'll make fresh meat out'n you.'
"Brer Rabbit 'low, he did:—
"'Ef you talk dat a-way, Brer Wolf, I never is to do yer 'n'er good turn w'iles I live.'
"Brer Wolf, he grin some mo' en 'low:—
"'Dat you won't, Brer Rabbit, dat you won't! You won't do me no mo' good turn tel you er done dead.'
"Brer Rabbit, he sorter study ter hisse'f, he did, en den he 'low: