“Good Wolf,” he cried, “do anything else with me, but don’t throw me in the brier patch!”

Gray Wolf laughed and threw Brother Rabbit far into the patch.

Brother Rabbit landed on his feet, and off he ran through the briers.  He called back, “Thank you, good Wolf!  You threw me right on my trail!  I was born and bred in the brier patch.  I was born and bred in the brier patch!”

He was running so fast that by the time he said this, he was out of sight.

—­THE INDIAN TAR-BABY STORY.

THE RABBIT AND THE WOLF

The rabbit liked to play tricks on the other animals.  Best of all, he liked to play tricks on the wolf.  At last the wolf grew angry and said that he was going to get even with the rabbit.

One day he caught the rabbit coming through a field.

“Now,” said the wolf, “I am going to pay you for all the tricks you have played on me.  I will cut off your ears and use them for spoons to stir my hominy pot.  As soon as I sharpen this stone, off your ears go!”

While the wolf sharpened the stone, he sang in his harsh voice a song somewhat like this: 

  “Watch me sharpen,
  Watch me sharpen;
  Soon I am going to cut off your ears. 
  Sicum, sicum, sicum, sicum,
  Sicum, se mi su!”

When he sang,

  “Sicum, sicum, sicum, sicum,
  Sicum, se mi su!”

the rabbit could almost feel the sharp stone cutting his ears.  But he was a brave little rabbit and said nothing.

At last the wolf stopped singing for a moment.

Then the rabbit said, “Brother Wolf, I know a new dance.  Don’t you wish me to teach it to you?”

“Yes, when I have cut off your ears,” said the wolf.

Then he went on singing,

  “Sicum, sicum, sicum, sicum,
  Sicum, se mi su!”

“After my ears are cut off,” said the rabbit, “I can never dance any more.”

Now the wolf knew that the rabbit could sing and dance better than any other animal, and he wished very much to learn the new dance.  He went on sharpening the stone, but he did not sing while he worked.

After a while he asked, “Is the new dance as pretty as the Snake Dance?”

“Oh, a great deal prettier,” answered the rabbit.

“Is it as pretty as the Turkey Dance?”

“Oh, a great deal prettier than the Turkey Dance.”

“Is it as pretty as the Eagle Dance?”

“Oh, a great deal prettier than the Eagle Dance.”

The wolf asked if the new dance was as pretty as other dances he had seen, and the rabbit said that it was much prettier.

This pleased the wolf, as he wished to have a new dance for the green corn festival.

“You may teach me the dance now,” he said.  “I can cut off your ears afterward.”

“Very well,” said the rabbit; “pat your foot to keep time, and watch me while I dance.”