eyes on it; an' he wuz er pow'ful proud bird, an', 'stid er him 'ten'in
ter his bizness, he des prumeraded de streets an' de roads, an' he
felt hisse'f too big fur ter ten' ter his wuck. Well, de Owl knowed dat,
an' so wen he seed de Peafowl walkin' by so big, an' him in de kitchen
er cookin', it kinter hu't his feelin's, so he tuck'n holler'd at de
Peafowl,

"'Whooo cooks fur you-oo-a?
Whooo cooks fur you-oo-a?
I cooks fur my folks,
But who cooks fur y'all-ll-l?'

"Now he jes done dat out'n pyo' sass'ness, caze he knowed de Peafowl
felt hisse'f 'bove cookin'; an' wen de Peafowl hyeard dat, he 'gun ter
git mad; an' he 'lowed dat ef'n de Owl said dat ter him ergin dey'd be
er fuss on his han's. Well, de nex' day de Owl seed him comin', an' he
'gun fur ter scrape out'n his pots an' skillets, an' ez he scrope 'em he
holler'd out,

"'Whoo cooks fur you-oo-a?
Whoo cooks fur you-oo-a?
Ef you'll cook fur my folks,
Den I'll cook fur y'all-ll.'

"An' wid dat de Peafowl tuck'n bounct him; an' dar dey had it, er
scrougin' an' er peckin' an' er clawin' uv one nudder; an' somehow, in
de skrummidge, de Owl's eyes dey got skwushed on ter de Peafowl's tail,
an' fur er long time he couldn't see nuffin' 'tall; but de rattlesnake
doctored on him."