Bartchy: Dey shore been a tangle up in de old street an' Aun' Dinah look like she done loss her mind, she been raisin' such a rucas.
Tally: Wuh Aun' Dinah raise a rucas about?
Bartchy: Toodney kill Aun' Dinah cat.
Joe: Wuh he kill Aun' Dinah cat for?
Bartchy: I ain't know, but he say he been catchin' he Ma chicken an' killed him, an' all dem nigger mout' been runnin'. Soun' like a passel of frogs, night birds and varmints wey dey been hollerin' an' guin' on. I done hear so much talk 'bout cat my years is ringin', an' if dem niggers do wuh dey say dey guh do wid Toodney he in a wus fix den dat cat. The ole people always say bad luck will follow a man if he 'stroy a cat. The ole people says a heap of thing and some of them is wise. I ain't know.
Willis: If I been Toodney I ain't worry myself wid no cat. Some people looks like dey all de time sarchin' fer trouble an' cat look like dey mix up wid evil. Is your hear 'bout dis here boy, Jube, ole man stutterin' Jube grand-chile?
Tally: I is hear some kind of talk. Ain't he dead?
Willis: Un' Beve tell we Jube tooken he Ma cat an' throwed him in a big open fire. Dat cat scramble around in dat fire hollerin' an' when he git out he dash out de house wid all de hair burn off him, he eye burned an' he run off an' he cry like a chile. An' Jube tooken sick, an' he cry like a chile. An' he ain't got no res'. An' in a week from dat day Jube war dead. An' dat night at de settin' up an' all de time de people was moanin' dey hear dat cat cryin', cryin' and moanin'. An' next day when dey buried him de cat git right in de big road an' follow de funeral, follow de funeral to de grave hollerin', wid all de hair burned off him an' he eye burned out. An' Un' Beve say, everybody look at de cat. An de cat been kiver wid sore. An' when dey throw de dirt in de grave dat cat disappear an' ain't nobody see him since.