A Brer Rabbit Story
I am going to tell you a story about Brer Rabbit and Brer Fox. But first, you ought to know a thing or two about rabbits and foxes.
Rabbits and foxes just never seem to get along. This is probably because foxes are always trying to make a meal out of rabbits, and rabbits are always trying to outfox foxes.
Brer Rabbit was the craftiest rabbit ever to cross a fox’s path. Brer Fox was always trying to catch Brer Rabbit, but Brer Rabbit always had a trick up his sleeve.
One day, Brer Fox decided to get Brer Rabbit once and for all. Brer Fox knew that Brer Rabbit liked to go over to the farmer’s garden every day for carrots and cabbages.
Brer Fox decided to hide behind a big tree on the road to the garden and wait for Brer Rabbit to pass. The tree was on the edge of a briar patch, full of bushes with thorns and burrs.
“I’m a-gonna wait right here for that sneaky rabbit an’ cook ‘im up in a rabbit stew!” said Brer Fox, proud of his sneaky plan.
Soon Brer Rabbit came hippity-hopping down the road to the garden. Brer Fox jumped out from behind the tree and grabbed him up as quick as he could.
“I’m a-gonna brew a stew out of you, Rabbit!” said Brer Fox.
Brer Rabbit had to do some fast talking. “You can cook me up in a big ol’ pot an’ serve me for dinner, but please don’t throw me into dat briar patch yonder!” cried Brer Rabbit.
Brer Fox thought for a moment. “Now, maybe dat stew would be too much bother for me. I’m a-gonna roast you up instead!”
“You can fire up your ol’ stove an roast me an’ serve me up with fried taters, but pleeease don’t throw me in dat briar patch!” pleaded Brer Rabbit.
This was starting to sound like a lot of work to Brer Fox. He really just wanted to get that rabbit out of his hair once and for all. “Naw, your scrawny hide ain’t worth troublin’ over. I’m jus’ gonna string you up from that ol’ hick’ry tree an’ git you outta my hair,” said Brer Fox.
“String me up an’ let me swing, but whatever you do, please don’t throw me into that terr’ble briar patch!” cried Brer Rabbit.
Suddenly, Brer Fox knew just the thing to do. “Seems to me jus’ about the worst thing I kin do is throw you into dat ol’ briar patch, Rabbit,” said Brer Fox. “An’ dat’s jus’ what I’m a-gonna do!” And with that, Brer Fox swung Brer Rabbit over his head and threw him into the middle of the briar patch.
“Yow! Oh, I’m a-gonna die!” yowled Brer Rabbit as he sailed through the air.
But as soon as he landed in the briar patch, all Brer Fox could hear was Brer Rabbit hee-hawing and guffawing in gigglement. Brer Fox knew he’d been had again.
Continue to the next page to see what happened next in this Brer Rabbit story. Here is part II of this Brer Rabbit story:
“Oh, Mister Fox, you shoulda known better! Y’see, I was born in dis here briar patch! I’m as happy as a crawfish in a river bed!” said Brer Rabbit.
Brer Fox was hoppin’ mad. “I got to git dat rabbit good, once an’ for all. He’s a-goin’ to Miss Goose’s birthday party tomorrow, so I’m a-gonna make real friendly-like, an’ go an’ walk over to dat party with him. An’ when we git to crossin’ the river, I’m a-gonna throw dat rabbit in! He’ll be gone for good, sure as shootin’!”
The next day, Brer Rabbit was at his house getting all spruced up for Miss Goose’s party. When he saw Brer Fox come a-trottin’ up his path, he wrapped himself up in a blanket and acted real sick-like.
“What’s all this moanin’ about, Rabbit?” asked Brer Fox.
“Oh, I’m sick as an ol’ dawg, Mister Fox. I ain’t a-gonna make it to Miss Goose’s party after all,” sighed Brer Rabbit.
“This is a-gonna help wit’ my plan jus’ fine,” thought Brer Fox. He said to Brer Rabbit, “Now, you know you gonna be sorry if you miss dat party, Rabbit. I’m a-gonna carry you.”
“You’re mighty kind, Mister Fox. But surely I couldn’t ride on your back without a saddle,” said Brer Rabbit sneakily. Brer Fox went off to find a saddle. While he was gone, Brer Rabbit picked some flowers for Miss Goose and hid them under his blanket. Brer Fox came back wearing a saddle. “Up you go,” he said.
“You’re mighty kind, Mister Fox, but surely I couldn’t ride along in dis saddle without havin’ a bridle to steer you along,” said Brer Rabbit.
While Brer Fox went to fetch a bridle, Brer Rabbit rummaged around in his closet to find a brown paper bag. “I’m a-gonna give that fox a surprise he’ll never forgit. He thinks he can outfox me, but I’m the foxiest rabbit this side of the Mississippi,” Brer Rabbit said with chuckleness.
When Brer Fox returned, he was wearing a bridle as well as the saddle. He was all ready to go just like an old horse at the starting gate.
“Rabbit,” he said, “Miss Goose ain’t a-gonna take it kindly if we’re late for her party. You climb on up here now, an’ let’s git a-goin’.” He chuckled to himself, thinking that soon he would be rid of that rabbit forever.
“You’re terrible kind to an ol’ sick rabbit like me, Mister Fox,” said Brer Rabbit with a groan. He climbed into the saddle, and they were on their way.
Soon they came to the river. As Brer Fox stepped onto the bridge he thought, “I’m a-gonna throw that buggery rabbit off into kingdom come. Yep, this is just the spot.” But Brer Rabbit was ready for Brer Fox’s sneaky trick. As soon as he felt Brer Fox stop over the middle of the river, he filled the paper bag with air. He said, “What you stoppin’ for, Mister Fox?” Below is the conclusion to this Brer Rabbit story:
“I’m a-gonna throw you into kingdom come, Rabbit!” yelled Brer Fox.
“Oh, no you’re not. Giddyup!” shouted Brer Rabbit. And with that, he popped that bag right over Brer Fox’s ears.
“Yeeoow!” shrieked Brer Fox. He thought a hunter had taken a clean shot at him. He jumped up in the air like a mad grasshopper and took off down the other side of the bridge.
Brer Fox galloped toward Miss Goose’s house with Brer Rabbit hanging on to the saddle and yodeling all the way.
“Giddyup, you ol’ nag!” cried Brer Rabbit. Poor Brer Fox just kept on galloping along past the briar patch, past the farmer’s garden, past the duck pond, and right up to Miss Goose’s house.
Miss Goose, Miss Sheep, and Miss Pig had heard Brer Rabbit yodeling from a long way off. When Brer Fox came galloping up with Brer Rabbit on his back, they thought they had never seen anything so funny. “Whoa!” shouted Brer Rabbit as Brer Fox galloped up to Miss Goose’s house. Brer Fox skidded to a stop and flopped on the ground right on the doorstep.
“Aft’noon, ladies,” said Brer Rabbit as he climbed down. “I am very sorry for bein’ late, but my ol’ horse here jus’ don’t run like he used to.”
Miss Goose, Miss Sheep, and Miss Pig burst with gigglement. They thought Brer Rabbit sure got Brer Fox good this time.
Poor old Brer Fox sat in the front yard of Miss Goose’s house, sputtering and gluttering and catching his breath. He was so mad he could spit.
“That rabbit tricked me good dis time. I don’ know how I’m a-gonna do it, but I’m a-gonna git dat rabbit one day, once an’ for all,” he fumed.
Brer Fox felt a little bit better after tasting Miss Goose’s birthday cake.
Ever since that day, ol’ Brer Fox has kept trying to outsmart Brer Rabbit. And ever since that day sneaky Brer Rabbit has been just one step ahead of Brer Fox.
So if you ever see a rabbit hopping around in a briar patch, or if you glimpse a fox snooping around a farmer’s garden, it just might be crafty ol’ Brer Rabbit and sneaky ol’ Brer Fox trying to outfox each other again.