Then Brer Fox heard someone calling his name. He turned around and looked up the hill. Brer Rabbit was sitting on a log combing the tar out of his fur with a wood chip and looking smug.
“I was bred and born in the briar patch, Brer Fox,” he called. “Born and bred in the briar patch.”
And Brer Rabbit skipped away as merry as a cricket while Brer Fox ground his teeth in rage and went home.
Sorry for the late answer, but one of my readers had pointed out that I had forgotten to post the answer to my latest guess post, digital. The answer was, a alarm clock! Congrats to Katie, Ruth, and Kate for getting it right!
Have you ever read the Brer Rabbit Stories?