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80 LEGENDS OP THE OLD PLANTATION.XVII.MR. RABBIT NIBBLES UP THE BUTTER."DE animils en de creeturs," said Uncle Remus,shaking his coffee around in the bottom of his tin-cup,in order to gather up all the sugar, " dey kep' on gittin'mo' en mo' familious wid wunner nudder, twelbimeby, 'twan't long ? fo' Brer Eabbit, en Brer Fox,en Brer Possum got ter sorter bunchin' der perwishunstergedder in de same shanty. Atter' w'ile de roofsorter 'gun ter leak, en one day Brer Rabbit, en BrerFox, en Brer Possum, 'semble fer ter see ef dey can'tkinder patch her up. Dey had a big day's work infront un um, en dey fotch der dinner wid um. Deylump de vittles up in one pile, en de butter w'at BrerFox brung, dey goes en puts in de spring-'ouse fer terkeep cool, en den dey went ter wuk, en 'twan't long'fo' Brer Rabbit stummuck 'gun ter sorter growl enpester 'im. Dat butter er Brer Fox sot heavy on hismine, en his mouf water eve'y time he 'member 'boutit.Present'y he say ter hisse'f dat he bleedzd ter havea nip at dat butter, en den he lay his plans, he did.Fus' news you know, w'ile dey wuz all wukkin' 'long,Brer Rabbit raise his head quick en flinghis yearsforrerd en holler out :" 'Here I is. Wat you want wid me ? ' en offhe put like sump'n wuz atter 'im.