Brer Fox was walkin' down da street when Brer Wolf appeared with his mouth full. Brer Fox stared at him, bewildered.

"Uh…" Brer Fox started. Brer Wolf spat out a large, fat chicken. It was lyin' on da ground with it's mouth open, twitchin'.

"I got us dinner! Maybe this'll help you think of some plans so catch dat ole' Brer Rabbit". Brer Wolf grinned. Brer Fox tried to smile but failed.

"Dat was Sis Chicken!" Brer Fox snapped. Brer Wolf's tongue lolled and he nodded.

"I know! Are you happy? You said you always wanted her for dinner!" Brer Wolf yapped proud of himself. Brer Fox palmed his face.

"I said I wanted Brer Rooster! Is it hard to hear? I said I wanted BRER ROOSTER YOU FOO!" Brer Fox yowled. Brer Wolf looked at Brer Fox, den at Sis Chicken, then at Brer Fox again.

"Oh," he murmured. "And she had 45 children!" Brer Fox growled. Brer Wolf scratched his head. "C'mon, Brer Wolf! Let's go cook up some plans to catch Brer Rabbit!"