"One day," said Uncle Remus, sharpening his knife on the palm of his hand,

"one day Brer Fox strike up with Brer Terrapin right in the middle of the big road.

Uncle Remus, an older bald black man with a grey beard sits at a table, holding a knife in on hand and testing its sharpness with the fingers of his other hand.   He wears a grey shirt.   Across the table from him is the back of a blond head.