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THE SAD FATE OF MR. FOX. 167'roun' 'mong de cattle, dey did, twel bimeby dey struckup wid de one dey wuz atter. BrerFox, he up, he did,en holler Bookay,en decow flung 'ermoufopen.wideSho nuff,in dey jump,en w'en dey gotdar, Brer Fox,he say, sezee :'You kincut mos' ennywheres,Brer Babbit, but don't cut 'roun' de haslett/sezee." Den Brer Eabbit, he holler back, he did : I'm agitten me out a roas'n-piece,'sezee." 'Eoas'n, er bakin', er fryin','sez Brer Fox, sezee,'don't git too nigh de haslett,' sezee."Dey cut en dey kyarved, en dey kyarved en deycut, en w'iles dey wuz cuttin' en kyarvin', en slashin''way, Brer Eabbit, he tuck'n hacked inter de haslett,en wid dat down fell de cow dead.