"One time," said Uncle Remus, sighing heavily and settling himself back in his seat with an air of melancholy resignation,

"one time Brer Rabbit was going along down the road shaking his big bushy tail.

"Why, he was feeling just as scrumptious as a bee-martin with a fresh bug."

Uncle Remus is sitting on a bench with the little blonde boy.   Uncle Remus is an older bald black man with a grey beard.   He has thrown his right arm over the back of the bench, and his left arm is resting in his lap.   He is wearing a light blue shirt and dark gray pants, and is looking down to his left at the boy.   The boy is wearing a light green shirt and dark green pants.   The little boy is sitting backwards on the bench, and holding onto the back of the seat.