In the Briar Patch, Chad and the Brers were still playing the scone game.
Chad took a bite of one and said, "I was right. This was a gooseberry scone. Good thing too; I need gooseberries for my eyesight."
"Has day evah worked?" said Brer Fox.
"My turn! Let's see. Iz diss one razz-barry o' blueberry? Lemme think" said Brer Rabbit.
Then he scratched his ears and heaved a sigh of relief.
"I needs ter think too" said Brer Bear scratching his butt.
"An' me!" said Brer Fox scratching his arm.
Now Chad knew they were up to something. "Brers, that's quite enough. I know you all have poison oak."
"Huh? Why'd ya think dat?" said Brer Rabbit.
"You're all itching like mad" said Chad. "And now Brer Bear's face has hives."
"Would ya b'leev he's bin stung by bees?" said Brer Fox.
"No" said Chad strictly.
Brer Bear was ready to confess. "Alright. De troof iz, we got poison oak when we was..."
Brer Rabbit cut him off. "Walkin' back ter de laffin' place frum yo hike."
"Yeah. T'was prob'ly one o' doze vines at de Fishin' Spot" said Brer Fox.
"Why didn't you say so earlier?" said Chad.
"Cuz you was so proud bout yo hike an' we dint wantcha ter feel bad. Right, Brer Bear?" said Brer Rabbit.
"Y-y-y-yeah, s-s-s-sure. D-d-d-d-dat's all t-t-true" Brer Bear stuttered.
Chad gave the others a face that asked if that was really true.
"Oh lawdy! Doze bees stung 'im so bad, he can't even talk straight" Brer Fox covered.
