In this snippet from historical fiction, we find Uncle Cannon and his buddies conducting their gab session in the Friday night card game. The story is found in King of Soul, chapter 7. The year is 1967.
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“I wonder how many American soldiers it will take to make it happen?” asked Willie.
“Time will tell,” Uncle Cannon agreed. But this whole dilemma reminds me of the story that Uncle Remus told about the B’rer Rabbit and the Tar-baby. B’rer Fox was trying to catch B’rer Rabbit, so he fixed up a contraption called a Tar-baby, and he put it out on the road where he knew B’rer Rabbit would soon be passing by.
“By n’ by, B’rer Rabbit come a-prancin’, just like B’rer Fox knew he would be. When B’rer Rabbit saw Tar-baby, he greeted the critter. But Tar-baby didn’t say nothin’.”
B’rer Fox, he lay low.
“B’rer Rabbit, after several efforts to engage Tar-baby but without any success, got mad. He thought he’d teach Tar-baby a thing or two, so he reared back and punched him bad. But of course, Tar-baby persisted in his mutativity, and B’re Rabbit just got madder and madder. And the madder he got, the more he got stuck on Tar-baby, hopelessly unable to free himself.
“Did the fox eat the rabbit?” asked Geehaw Kent.
“That’s as far as the story goes,” replied Uncle Cannon.
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