Back at the mountain, Uncle Remus found Patty sitting sadly near the Briar Patch.
"Well bless my soul. Why you lookin' like dat, Sis Patty?" he said.
"Like hi, Uncle Remus" said Patty. "I'm just bummed about Jeremy. I just found out I have nothing in common with him."
"Co'se you do. You's actas, ya likes music an' you's romantic" said Uncle Remus.
"But those are just our professions. Today, I went fishing with him and I hated it" said Patty.
"Well den jes' don't fish wid 'im" said Uncle Remus.
"It's not just that. Jeremy and I like each other now, but we want different things in the future. His only goal in life is to stay in England and be in stage plays" Patty explained.
"Well it could be wuss. I once knew summon who sold hawse meat ter mount'ns" said Uncle Remus.
"What?!" Patty snapped.
"Not diss mount'n" said Uncle Remus. "Look, hunny. Don't worry bout de futcha. F'ya likes Brer Jeremy, go faw it."
"Maybe you're right. Thanks, Uncle Remus; I'll go talk to him" said Patty.
As she left, Brer Rabbit and Burt had just planned their scheme.
"Holy butterflies, Brer Rabbit" said Burt holding his stomach. "This cheating stuff is giving me indigestion."
"Relax" said Brer Rabbit. "A bunch o' spidas prob'ly crawled in yaw mouf last night."
"That can happen? How would I know?" said Burt.
"You'll sta't burpin' up webs" said Brer Rabbit.
Then he put the fish on a hook and put the line in the water as Uncle Remus came by.
Brer Rabbit pulled the fish out of the river. "Look, Uncle Remus! We caught a fish!"
"We sure did" Burt stuttered. "Caught it from this here river."
"Good job, boys" said Uncle Remus. "Ever'body's reelin' in a big catch terday."
At his fishing spot, Brer Fox had reached his last limit searching for Big Whiskers.
"Dat's it! I give up!" he screamed. "I gave dat fish de best yees o' ma life! An' it was all faw nuthin!"
Chad put his hand on the fox's shoulder. "Brer Fox, here's some advice from someone who knows quite a bit about failure. Perhaps catching the fish isn't what's most important. Maybe the quest is what matters most."
"Nope; really wan'd ter ketch dat fish" said Brer Fox.
Chad sighed. "Perhaps a snack will cheer you up. Fly?"
"No mo' flies f' me. I don't deserve 'em. I'll jes' take a macaroon" said Brer Fox near tears.
Chad handed him a macaroon. "Okay."
As Brer Fox accepted the treat, a giant catfish jumped up and grabbed his paw.
"Big Whiskers! I finally got 'im!" Brer Fox cheered.
"You won! You finally bested your nemesis!" said Chad applauding.
"Yaw right! I did! I won!" Brer Fox shouted triumphantly.
But then he softened and let Big Whiskers go.
"Why'd you let him go?" said Chad.
"Well, I realized I had a lotta fun chasin' Big Whiskers ova de years" said Brer Fox. "Like ya sed, it's de quest dat mattas."
"I'm sorry, Brer Fox; you're absolutely right" said Chad.
Brer Fox looked out at the water. "Who knew macaroons was 'is fav'rit snack? All deez years, I bin eatin' flies faw nuthin."
