n de crack er de do' en he
say ter Speckle Pig, sezee, fer ter des let 'im git one paw in, en den
he won't go no furder. He git de paw in, en den he beg fer ter git de
yuther paw in, en den w'en he git dat in he beg fer ter git he head in,
en den w'en he git he head in, en he paws in, co'se all he got ter do is
ter shove de do' open en walk right in; en w'en marters stan' dat way,
't wa'n't long 'fo' he done make fresh meat er Speckle Pig.

"Nex' day, he make way wid Blunt, en de day atter, he 'low dat he make a
pass at Runt. Now, den, right dar whar ole Brer Wolf slip up at. He lak
some folks w'at I knows. He'd 'a' bin mighty smart, ef he had n't er bin
too smart. Runt wuz de littles' one er de whole gang, yit all de same
news done got out dat she 'uz pestered wid sense like grown folks.

"Brer Wolf, he crope up ter Runt house, en he got un'need de winder, he
did, en he sing out:

"'_Ef you'll open de do' en let me in,
I'll wom my han's en go home ag'in._'

"But all de same, Brer Wolf can't coax Runt fer ter open de do', en
needer kin he break in, kaze de house done made outer rock. Bimeby Brer
Wolf make out he done gone off, en den atter while he come back en knock
at de do'--_blam, blam, blam!_

"Runt she sot by de fier, she did, en sorter scratch 'er year, en holler
out:

"'Who dat?' sez she.

"'Hit 's Speckle Pig,' sez ole Brer Wolf, sezee, 'twix' a snort en a
grunt. 'I fotch yer some peas fer yo' dinner!'

"Runt, she tuck'n laugh, she did, en holler back:

"'Sis Speckle Pig aint never talk thoo dat many toofies.'

"Brer Wolf go off 'g'in, en bimeby he come back en knock. Runt she sot
en rock, en holler out:

"'Who dat?'

"'Big Pig,' sez Brer Wolf. 'I fotch some sweet-co'n fer yo' supper.'

"Runt, she look thoo de crack un'need de do', en laugh en say, sez
she:

"'Sis Big Pig aint had no ha'r on 'er huff.'

"Den ole Brer Wolf, he git mad, he did, en say he gwine come down de
chimbley, en Runt, she say, sez she, dat de onliest way w'at he kin git
in; en den, w'en she year Brer Wolf clam'in' up on de outside er de
chimbley, she tuck'n pile up a whole lot er broom sage front er de
h'a'th, en w'en she year 'im clam'in' down on de inside, she tuck de
tongs en shove de straw on de fier, en de smoke make Brer Wolf head
swim, en he drap down, en 'fo' he know it he 'uz done bu'nt ter a
cracklin'; en dat wuz de las' er ole Brer Wolf. Leas'ways," added Uncle
Remus, putting in a cautious proviso t