However, right now I feel a bit like foolish Brer Rabbit. I’ve punched that stupid tar baby with both hands and probably a foot by now. But I quit. I’m not gonna kick with the one foot I still have free. I’m going to hop away and take a hot turpentine shower and melt this ridiculous tar baby off of me!
The more I try to work on and extricate myself from my un-named “tar baby”, the more embroiled I become and the less is getting straighted out. Phooey!
"`Tu'n me loose, fo' I kick de natal stuffin' outen you,' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee, but de Tar-Baby, she ain't sayin' nuthin'. She des hilt on, en den Brer Rabbit lose de use er his foots in de same way. Brer Fox, he lay low. Den Brer Rabbit squall out dat ef de Tar-Baby don't tu'n 'im loose he butt 'er cranksided. En den he butted, en his head got stuck. Den Brer Fox, he sa'ntered fort', lookin' dez ez innercent ez wunner yo' mammy's mockin'-birds. "`Howdy, Brer Rabbit,' sez Brer Fox, sezee. `You look sorter stuck up dis mawnin',' sezee, en den he rolled on de groun', en laft en laft twel he couldn't laff no mo'.
-From The Favorite Uncle Remus by Joel Chandler Harris