Chapter 7

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Dat night, Sis Patty go inter de Briar Patch ter talk ter Brer Chad.

She found 'im sittin' on his bed chiselin' a wooden heart.

"Hi, Chad; what's cookin?" say Sis Patty.

"Hello, Patty" say Brer Chad.

"Listen; I need to talk to you about Marlyn" say Sis Patty.

"My Marlyn" Brer Chad sigh. "Every time I think of her, I hear birds singing."

"Splash Mountain is in the woods, so we all hear birds singing no matter what we think about" say Sis Patty.

Den she sit on de bed in fronna Brer Chad. "Anyway... listen, Chad. Marlyn's just using you to make chairs to sell so she can buy a new car."

"Patty, what are you talking about?" say Brer Chad.

"I'm sorry, Chad. Really" sez Sis Patty sez she. "It kills me to say this, but I heard her on the phone."

"You heard wrong. Marlyn and I are so in love" sez Brer Chad sezee. "When I'm near her, all I feel is my heart beating for her."

"But don't you see yours is the only beating heart?"

"What I see is that I'm supportive of you and Jeremy, but... for some reason, you can't support me and Marlyn."

"Chad, don't be like that; I'm just trying to look out for you. You're my friend."

"Well, friends support each other. Maybe you're not my friend."

Den Chad leave de Briar Patch fightin' back tears.

Brer Burt an' Brer Rabbit came in ter find Sis Patty.

"So? How'd it go wid Brer Chad?" say Brer Rabbit.

"He said I'm not his friend" sez Sis Patty sez she. "What are we gonna do about Marlyn?"

"I got it" say Brer Rabbit.

He hold up a big tennis racquet. "Next time I see huh, I gon' USO-pen her head!"

"Well, Brer Rabbit, as much as I'd like to get rid of her, we should probably take a different approach" say Brer Burt.

"I jes' wanna approach her lyin' face wid diss tennis racquet" say Brer Rabbit.

"No! Chad won't listen to me, so we need to show him what Marlyn's really doing" say Sis Patty.

She led de boys outside, but Brer Rabbit tried ter bring his racquet.

"Brer Rabbit, leave the racquet" Brer Burt orda.

Brer Rabbit, he drop de racquet on his bed, den follow his pals.

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