An' Brother Blacksmit' say:—"What sort of favour I can do for you?"
An' Tiger say him see a very nice meat a bush, him want go eat it then, so me want sweet voice fe sing like a him mumma.
Then Brother Blacksmit' put the iron a fire, make him red hot, so tell him open him mout'. Blacksmit' poke ahm down his t'roat, heap of smoke come out a him 'tomach.
When him finish he tell him mus' sing make him hear.
So Tiger sing, an' true him voice sound so good.
Then Blacksmit' say:—"Min' mustn' eat no duckanoo nor guava by the way, else you voice turn rough again."
Tiger gone making his way fe go eat the gal fe meat. He was very hard on his journey going on. As he get halfway he see guava an' duckanoo, an' being him so thirsty he say:—"Make me nyam ahm, nothing goin' to do me voice."
He nyam until he unrestful an' come his voice after was like groun' t'under.
"Well," he say, "never min'; by the time me re'ch up me voice will come good."
So he lay down under the floor waiting for twelve o'clock when the mother usual come.