The tar-doll said nothing. Brother Rabbit breathed more at ease. Then he went to the brink of the well, but when he looked in the water the tar-doll seemed to look in too. He could see her reflection in the water. This made Brother Rabbit so mad that he grew red in the face. "See here!" he exclaimed, "if you look in this well I'll give you a rap on the nose!" Brother Rabbit leaned over the brink of the well, and saw the tar-doll smiling at him in the water. He raised his right hand and hit her—bam! His hand stuck. "What's this?" exclaimed Brother Rabbit. "Turn me loose, imp of Satan! If you do not, I will rap you on the eye with my other hand." Then he hit her—bim! The left hand stuck also. Then Brother Rabbit raised his right foot, saying: "Mark me well, little Congo! Do you see this foot? I will kick you in the stomach if you do not turn me loose this instant." No sooner said than done. Brother Rabbit let fly his right foot—vip! The foot stuck, and he raised the other. "Do you see this foot?" he exclaimed. "If I hit you with it, you will think a thunderbolt has struck you." Then he kicked her with the left foot, and it also stuck like the other, and Brother Rabbit held fast his Guinea negro. "Watch out, now!" he cried. "I've already butted a great many people with my head. If I butt you in your ugly face I'll knock it into a jelly. Turn me loose! Oho! you don't answer?" Bap! "Guinea girl!" exclaimed Brother Rabbit, "are you dead? Gracious goodness! how my head does stick!" When the sun rose, Brother Goat went to his well to find out something about Brother Rabbit. The result was beyond his expectations. "Hey, little rogue, big rogue!" exclaimed Brother Goat. "Hey, Brother Rabbit! what are you doing there? I thought you drank the dew from the cups of the flowers, or milk from the cows. Aha, Brother Rabbit! I will punish you for stealing my water." "I am your friend," said Brother Rabbit; "don't kill me." "Thief, thief!" cried Brother Goat, and then he ran quickly into the woods, gathered up a pile of dry limbs, and made a great fire. He took Brother Rabbit from the tar-doll, and prepared to burn him alive. As he was passing a thicket of brambles with Brother Rabbit on his shoulders, Brother Goat met his daughter Bélédie, who was walking about in the fields. "Where are you going, papa, muffled up with such a burden? Come and eat the fresh grass with me, and throw wicked Brother Rabbit in the brambles." Cunning Brother Rabbit raised his long ears and pretended to be very much frightened. "Oh, no, Brother Goat!" he cried. "Don't throw me in the brambles. They will tear my flesh, put out my eyes, and pierce my heart. Oh, I pray you, rather throw me in the fire." "Aha, little rogue, big rogue! Aha, Brother Rabbit!" exclaimed Brother Goat, exultingly, "you don't like the brambles? Well, then, go and laugh in them," and he threw Brother Rabbit in without a feeling of pity.