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 Tarr Baby

Tarr Baby
TARR BABY
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Tarr Baby
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Uncle Aesop
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Rabbitt was moving slowly in the heat he was so warm his fur was sweating under his fur pits. Foxx had red fur. He was fresh out of ideas for his stew. When he saw the Rabbit Dragging Trail and Tail on the Trail he decided to use the tarr from the Pitt. He had collected it when the dinosaurs had died they filled the lead lined pools of all town around the neighborhood. The FOXX hurried quickly to the bus stopped there. He had a conical hat and it was like a dunce cap his overalls was under his t shirt so he quickly got the t shirt over his head and rubbed some tar smoothly over a bear spot there. No wait a foxx spot. Ha Ha.  A Barely there spot. He trotted faster than a hare to the bench and got there just before the Rabbit furred and waited his long canine incisors almost stabbing the overall clothing on his foxx chest there. He was wishing he had used less tar for it was dripping all over now and he looked like a black ebon teddy bear no clothing was even showing now the stuff kept dripping and multiplying all over him. The Rabbit paused and sniffed excitedly at the tarr on the tarr baby foxx. Oh wow he said smiling up at the grueling site. What is yew? He had an odd accent that this author has not decided to reproduce a sort of black man slang better left in the fifties. HE YELLED A LITTLE LOUDER. WHAT IS YEW? The tarr baby was just a little quieter the FOXX was not saying a word but his eyes light up at the Rabbitt like Christmas tree was busy. There was just enought tar on his legs to grab the rabbitt foot when the Rabbitt kicked him and hold it there so fast it makes the ewe head swim and forget her head ached. The Rabbitt yelled even louder. TALKTOMEYEWTARRBABYYEW. Let go of me and the Rabbit yanked his foot so hard the tar plopped off with it in a sucking sounding like the marsh quicksanded them. The Rabbitt was mad now he aimed a kick at the tarr baby on the arm and yes there was just enough tarr there to hold the other foot one now stuck to the side of the road and the other now stuck fast to the arm of the Redd Foxx Tarr Baby who smiled. Stew light on the microwave tonite. He tried to pry against the other arm of the FOXX and the foxx started to get mad when the Rabbitt could not get unstuck he finally Sneezed and the rabbit went wild with his last foot he embedded the only means of escape the Foxx went wild and cried out AHHHHHH. GETOFFMEYEWRABBITT this is not working out. When the Rabbitt was standing with only a small amount of Tarr left the Foxx asked him in an offhand manner what do you want me to do with you? Eat me up. Eat me up. Eat me up the Rabbitt was adamant. The Fox was sure there was no way he would eat such a TARR covered morsel NO he said you are not microwavable in L.A. What else would you want me to do to get rid of you? OH no he started a come apart Please don't toss me in the Briar Patch. The Foxx was still swiping at the tar around his snout still trying to get it all off when his eyes lighted up sure suddenly that his pea brain now held the answer to the rabbits sudden demise. Before the Rabbitt leaves the Foxx just remember this oh gentle reader ewe just because eye did not type a lot of Brer stuffins in this Fabel does not meant that it was Peter Rabbitt written by Uncle Aesop. Now let's cutt it to the chase.  The Foxx packed the rabbitt over one arm newly cleaned of tarr and flung him as far as he could flung into the briars. He cried and hollard like he had died and he kept on crying until the Foxx was in the suburbs gone. The MORALity of this tale please never ever believe a Rabbitt locked in Jail er TARR.  When he gets away and safe then he is long gone home in the Rabbitt Hole and gone.


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