Johnny I wish I had a Laughing Place.
Ginny Me, too.
What makes you think you ain't? Course you got a Laughing Place.
Johnny Really, Uncle Remus?
Ginny Really?
Everybody's got one. The trouble is, most folks won't take time to go look for it.
Where's mine?
Well, now, that I can't exactly say. 'Cause where 'tis for one mightn't be where 'tis for another.
Johnny Come on, Ginny. Let's start looking.
Well, sir, you ain't never seen nobody that had humble-come-tumbledness down as fine as what Brer Rabbit had it then. Poor little critter, he learned a powerful lesson. But he learned it too late. But it just goes to show what comes of mixin' up with somethin' you got no business with in the first place. And don't you never forget it.
Brer Rabbit, bein' little and without much strength, he's supposed to use his head 'stead of his foots.
It happened on one of them zip-a-dee-doo-dah days. Now that's the kind of day where you can't open your mouth without a song jumping right out of it![sings] Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ayMy, oh, my, what a wonderful dayPlenty of sunshine headin' my wayZip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay!
Now, this here tale didn't happen just yesterday, nor the day before. 'Twas a long time ago. And in them days, everything was mighty satisfactual. The critters, they was closer to the folks, and the folks, they was closer to the critters, and if you'll excuse me for saying so, 'twas better all around.
Once upon a time - not your time, nor yet my time, but one time - I was goin' fishin', and I was just thinking how the flowers and critters was curious things. They can look into your heart and tell when it sings, if it's whistling a tune, or singing a song, and they all say "Howdy" when you come along.
Please don't throw me in that briar patch!
Yes sir, that's the way with Br'er Rabbit, sure as I'm named Remus. About the time he get it stuck in his mind that there ain't nobody can outdo him, up somebody'd jump an' do him scan'lous. "What you laughin' 'bout?" says Br'er Fox, says he. An' Br'er Rabbit, he couldn't say nothin'. "Well, then," says Br'er Fox, says he, "I'll settle your hash right now!" And with that, he grab Br'er Rabbit by the tail and made for to dash 'im agin' the ground. But just then, Br'er Rabbit's tail snap off real short, an' he tuck through the cotton patch like the dogs was after 'im. An' from that day to this, the only tail that Br'er Rabbit's got to his name was a little ol' ball o' cotton.
You can't run away from trouble. There ain't no place that far.
