“No,” said Old Man Coyote, “I never did, and I’ve wondered about it a great deal.”

Peter Rabbit almost forgot that he was hiding.  He was so eager to hear that story that he was right on the point of speaking up and begging Ol’ Mistah Buzzard to tell it when he remembered Old Man Coyote.  Just in the nick of time he clapped a hand over his mouth.  It seemed to Peter a long, long time before Old Man Coyote said: 

“I’d like to hear that story, Mr. Buzzard, if it isn’t too much to ask of you.”

“Not at all, Brer Coyote; not at all.  Ah’ll be mor’n pleased to tell it to yo’.  Ah cert’nly will,” said Ol’ Mistah Buzzard, and Peter settled himself comfortably to listen.

“Yo’ see it was this way,” began Ol’ Mistah Buzzard.  “Ah got it from mah gran’daddy, and he got it from his gran’daddy, and his gran’daddy got it from—­”

“I know,” interrupted Old Man Coyote.  “It was handed down from your greatest-great-grandfather, who lived in the days when the world was young and what you are going to tell me about happened.  Isn’t that it?”

“Yes, Suh,” replied Ol’ Mistah Buzzard.  “Yes, Suh, that’s it.  Ol’ Mother Nature treat ’em all alike in those days.  She’s a right smart busy person, and she ain’t got no time fo’ to answer foolish questions.  No, Suh, she ain’t.  So, quick as she get a new kind of critter made, she turn him loose and tell him if he want to live he got to be right smart and find out for hisself how to do it.  Ah reckons yo’ know all about that, Brer Coyote.”

Old Man Coyote nodded, and Ol’ Mistah Buzzard scratched his bald head gently as if trying to stir up his memory.  Peter Rabbit almost squealed aloud in his impatience while he waited for Ol’ Mistah Buzzard to go on.

“When Ol’ Mother Nature made Brer Trade Rat in the beginning and turned him loose in the Great World, he was just plain Mistah Rat and nothing more, same as his no ‘count cousin, Robber the Brown Rat,” continued Ol’ Mistah Buzzard.  “He had to win a name for hisself same as ev’ybody else.  He had mighty sharp wits, had this Mistah Rat, and directly he found he had to shift for hisself he began to study and study and study what he gwine to do to live well and be happy.  He watched his neighbors to see what they did, and it didn’t take him long to find out that if he would be respected he must have a home.  Those without homes were mostly no ’count folks, same as they are today.

“So Brer Rat made a nest close to the trunk of a tree on the edge of the Green Forest, a soft, warm nest, and in collectin’ the stuff to make it of he learned the joy of bein’ busy.  Person’ly, yo’ understand, Ah thinks he was all wrong.  Ah never am so happy as when Ah can take a sun-bath with nothin’ to do.  But Brer Rat was never so happy as when he was busy, and when he got that li’l nest finished time began to hang heavy on his hands.  Yes, Suh, it cert’nly did.  Just because he didn’t have anything else to do he began to add a little more