“Lor, Br’er Fox, you dunno what trouble is,” says Br’er Tarrypin, says he.
“What ails you now?” says Br’er Fox.
“Took a walk the other day, and Mr. Man come along and set the field on fire. Lor, Br’er Fox, you dunno what trouble is,” says Br’er Tarrypin, says he.
“How you get out of the fire, Br’er Tarrypin?” says Br’er Fox.
“Sat and took it, Br’er Fox,” says Br’er Tarrypin, says he, “sat and took it; and the smoke got in my eye, and the fire scorched my back,” says Br’er Tarrypin, says he.
“Likewise it burn your tail off,” says Br’er Fox, says he.
“Oh, no, there’s my tail, Br’er Fox,” says Br’er Tarrypin, and with that he uncurl his tail from under his shell, and no sooner did he do that than Br’er Fox grab at it and holler out:
“Oh, yes, Br’er Terrapin! Oh, yes! And so you’s the one what lam me on the head the other day, is you? You’s in with Br’er Rabbit, is you? Well, I’m going to out you.”
Br’er Tarrypin he beg and he beg, but it weren’t no use. Then he beg Br’er Fox not to drown him. Br’er Fox ain’t making no promise. Then he beg Br’er Fox to burn him, ’cause now he used to fire. Br’er Fox he say nothing. By-and-by Br’er Fox drag Br’er Tarrypin off little ways below the spring, and he souse him under the water.
Then Br’er Tarrypin he began to holler out: