“Did he turn into a bat, Uncle Joab?” David asked.
“Sure. What else you ’spec’ he could turn into? Wall, de nex’ to walk up was Bre’r Rabbit. He had a lot to say ’bout his ears bein’ so short he couldn’t hear ’nough, an’ his tail bein’ so long he couldn’t fetch up on it com’fably in de brier patch. He’d be powerful pleased if Santy’d gib him bigger ears an’ take away his tail. Dis made de ole saint chuckle; an’ he fotch down de biggest pair he can find an’ put dem on, an’ den he twist off de rabbit’s long, bushy tail. When de other critters see what transmigrate dey like to bu’st dere sides wif laughin’; an’ dis scare Bre’r Rabbit so dat he lay back his ears so he can’t hear so well, an’ he lope off to hide his confusi’n in de brier patch. An’ dere you’ll find him hidin’ to dis yeah day, honey.”
David laughed.
“And were there any more who weren’t satisfied?”
“Didn’t I tell you de critters were like folks? Bre’r Rabbit hadn’t more ’n cleared de Chris’mus tree when de squirrel sings out:
“‘If you please, Mr. Santy, I’d like Brudder Rabbit’s tail. I’d like Brudder Rabbit’s tail.’
“‘’Twon’t fit you,’ says de beaver. ‘It’s three sizes too big.’
“‘No, it ain’t! No, it ain’t! No, it ain’t!’ An’ de squirrel carry on so scan’lously dat ole Santy ’bliged to gib him de tail to keep him quiet. But, bless your heart, honey, you know as well as I do dat dat tail am no fit for dat squirrel!
“By dis time de critters was nigh over dere bashfulness, an’ dey was clamorin’ for what dey wanted. De leopard say his coat too yaller, an’ he’d like some nice, stylish black spots to tone it down. Den de zebra say stripes was more stylish dis year den spots, an’ he’d ’low he’d like stripes. De elephant say his feet too big to pick up things handy, an’ he’d like somethin’ extra to pick up things wif.
“Dis set de rest o’ de critters to ’sputin’ whar de elephant have room on his pussonality fer anythin’ extra; an’ while dey ’sputin’ ole Santy sit still an’ study. Bime-by he says, says he: