"'Mr. Buzzard, dey tell me you is got gold eyes. Is dat so, Mr. Buzzard?'
"'I s'pose so, Mr. Rabbit.'
"'Mr. Buzzard, I never seed any gold eyes in my life. Won't you jes' put your eyes up to de hollow so I kin see 'em?'
"Den de buzzard he got up and put his eyes to de hollow, and de rabbit throwed a whole lot of fish bones and trash in his eyes, and fill his eyes full of trash and fish bones. So de buzzard had to fly down to de ground and set down wid his back to de tree to pick de trash and fish bones out of his eyes. Den Mr. Rabbit he jumped down, and away he was gone through de woods long 'fore de fox come back wid de fire.
"When Mr. Fox come wid his chunk of fire, he set to smokin' de hollow right away. 'Is he up dere, Mr. Buzzard?'
"'He was up dere de last time I seed him,' said de buzzard; and he kept pickin' de trash and de fish bones out of his eyes.
"De fox smoked and he smoked, but de rabbit didn't fall.
"'Is he up dere, Mr. Buzzard?'
"'He was up dere de last time I seed him;' and de buzzard kept pickin' de fish bones and trash out of his eyes.
"Den de fox he smoked and he smoked, but de rabbit didn't fall, and—den he run to de buzzard, and scratched all de skin off his head, and ever since den all de buzzards been bald-headed.