In the course of time, the man who had been the little boy for ever so long came to have a little boy of his own, and then it happened in the most natural way in the world that the little boy's little boy fell under the spell of Uncle Remus, who was still halle and hearty in spite of his age.
This latest little boy was frailer and quieter than his father had been and a source of perpetual wonder to Uncle Remus who had a way of watching him curiously. Sometimes, as the result of this investigation, which was continuous, Uncle Remus would shake his head and chuckle; at other times, he would shake his head and sigh, but he always had a tale to share.
'Brother Rabbit And Brother Bull-Frog' is the twelfth in a series of stories told by Uncle Remus :
"Uncle Remus paused, and pretended to be counting a handful of red grains of corn that he had found somewhere in the mill. Seeing that he showed no disposition to tell how Brother Bull-Frog had lost his tail, the little boy reminded him of it. But the old man laughed. "Ef Brer Bull-Frog ain't never had no tail," he said, "how de name er goodness he gwineter lose um? Ef he yever is had a tail, why den dat's a gray hoss uv an'er color. Dey's a tale 'bout 'im havin' a tail an' losin' it, but how kin dey be a tale when dey ain't no tail?"
Well, the little boy didn't know at all, and he looked so disconsolate and so confused that the old negro relented..."
This latest little boy was frailer and quieter than his father had been and a source of perpetual wonder to Uncle Remus who had a way of watching him curiously. Sometimes, as the result of this investigation, which was continuous, Uncle Remus would shake his head and chuckle; at other times, he would shake his head and sigh, but he always had a tale to share.
'Brother Rabbit And Brother Bull-Frog' is the twelfth in a series of stories told by Uncle Remus :
"Uncle Remus paused, and pretended to be counting a handful of red grains of corn that he had found somewhere in the mill. Seeing that he showed no disposition to tell how Brother Bull-Frog had lost his tail, the little boy reminded him of it. But the old man laughed. "Ef Brer Bull-Frog ain't never had no tail," he said, "how de name er goodness he gwineter lose um? Ef he yever is had a tail, why den dat's a gray hoss uv an'er color. Dey's a tale 'bout 'im havin' a tail an' losin' it, but how kin dey be a tale when dey ain't no tail?"
Well, the little boy didn't know at all, and he looked so disconsolate and so confused that the old negro relented..."
