"It looks like to me what I let on the other night

that in them days the creatures were sauntering around same like folks,

and none of them were brash enough for to catch up with Brer Rabbit," remarked Uncle Remus, reflectively.

Uncle Remus is an older bald black man with a grey beard.   He is sweating a lot sitting outside on the grass with his back against a tree stump.   Next to him are freshly chopped logs and an axe is in his lap.   He is wearing a light gray shirt and dark gray trousers, and is pressing a light pink handkerchief to his forehead.