said the little boy. “Fun one time aint fun n’er time; some folks fines fun whar yuther folks fines trouble. Pig may laugh w’en he see de rock a-heatin’, but dey aint no fun dar fer de pig.42 “Yit, fun er no fun, dat de song w’at Brer Tarrypin play on de quills:“ ‘I foolee, I foolee, I foolee po’ Buzzud; Po’ Buzzud I foolee, I foolee, I foolee.’ “Nobody dunner whar de quills cum fum, kase Brer Tarrypin, he aint makin’ no brags how he git um; yit ev’ybody want um on account er der playin’ sech a lonesome43 chune, en ole Brer Fox, he want um wuss’n all. He beg en he beg Brer Tarrypin fer ter sell ’im dem quills; but Brer Tarrypin, he hol’ on t’um tight, en say eh-eh! Den he ax Brer Tarrypin fer ter loan um t’um des a week, so he kin play fer he chilluns, but Brer Tarrypin, he shake he head en put he foot down, en keep on playin’:“ ‘I foolee, I foolee, I foolee po’ Buzzud; Po’ Buzzud I foolee, I foolee, I foolee.’ “But Brer Fox, he aint got no peace er min’ on account er dem quills, en one day he meet Brer Tarrypin en he ax ’im how he seem ter segashuate44 en he fambly en all he chilluns; en den Brer Fox ax Brer Tarrypin ef he can’t des look at de quills, kaze he got some goose-fedders at he house, en if he kin des get a glimpse er Brer Tarrypin quills, he speck he kin make some mighty like um.
