"After Brer Fox hear about how Brer Rabbit done Brer Wolf," said Uncle Remus, scratching his head with the point of his awl,

"he figured, he did, that he better not be so brash.

"And he sort of let Brer Rabbit alone."

Uncle Remus, a bald black man with a grey beard, is sitting at a table.   He is wearing a gray shirt and holding a sharp wooden tool in his left hand.   In his other hand, he is holding a long strip of leather with holes in it.   On the table is another long strip of leather with holes in it.   He is looking at the little blond boy's head, which is across the table from him.