onerainynight,missbrownwasdrivingherwayhome.suddenly,shesawahandcrawlinguponthefrontwindows,shehurriedtostopandgotoffhercar.Tohersurprised,thatnooneoutofthecar!shewasveryfrightened,hurriedintothecarandwenthome.inthelivingroom,amanwhowastalkingwithherdaughtersistheyfather-Mrbrown!!hewalkedtoMissbrownandsaid,“what’sgoingon?Youactedlikesomebodydied.who’sdead?”hiswidowsaid,“youare.”“Idon’tfeeldead,”hesaid.“Ifeltfine.”“youdon’tlookfine,”hiswidowsaid.“youlookdead.you’dbettergetbacktothegravewhereyoubelong.”“IamnotgoingbacktothegraveuntilIfeeldead,”hesaid.Infact,Mrbrownwasdead.theyboughthimacoffinandhadafuneralandbuiedhim.Butthatnighthegotoutofhiscoffin,andhesawhiswifewasdriving,Sohecrewedthewindow,thenthesceneisthebeginningofthestory.SinceMrbrownwouldn’tgoback,hiswidowcouldn’tcollecthislifeinsurance.Withoutthat,shecouldn’tpayforthecoffin.Andtheundertakersaidhewouldtakeitback.Mrbrowndidn’tcare.Hejustsatbythefirerockinginachairandwarminghishandsandfeet.buthisjointsweredryandhisbackwasstiff,andeverytimehemoved,hecreakedandcreaded.InthenightthebestfiddlerinthetowncametocourtthewindoSincebrownwasdead,thefiddlerwantedtomarryher.onenight,Thefiddlerandmissbrownsatononesideofthefire,andMrbrownsatontheotherside,creakingandcreaking.“howlongdowehavetoputupwiththisdeadcorpse?”thewidowasked.“somethingmustbedone,”thefiddlersaid.“thisisn’tveryjolly,”Mrbrownsaid.“let’sdance!”Thefiddlergotouthisfiddleandbegantoplay.Mrbrownstretchedhimself,shookedhimself,gotup,tookasteportwo,andbegantodance.Withhisoldbonesrattling,andhisyellowteethsnapping,andhisbaldheadwagging,andhisarmsflip-flopping-aroundandaroundhewent.Withhislonglegsclicking,andhiskneebonesknocking,heskippedandprancedaroundtheroom.howthatdeadmandanced!Butprettysoonaboneworkedlooseandfelltothefloor.“Lookatthat!”saidthefiddler.“Palyfaster!”saidthewidoThefiddlerplayedfaster.Crickety-crack,downandback,thedeadmanwenthopping,andhisdryboneskeptdropping-thisway,thatway,thepiecesjustkeptpopping.“Play,man!paly!”criedthewidoThefiddlerfiddled,anddeadbrowndanced,thebrownfellapart,collapsedintoapileofbones-allexcepthisbaldheadbonethatgrinnedatthefidder,crackeditsteeth-andkeptdancing.Thefiddlerplayedfasterandfaster,louderandlouder.atthistime,thewidowlaughevillyandsaid:“howcouldyoustandup!!”themusicwasover,andthefiddlertookoutofflourandmixedwith“Mrbrown”.thenputthembackinthecoffin.Sincethen,Missbrowngetalotofmoneyandmarriedtothefiddler.Twoyearslater,thefiddlerandhiswifewasarrested.infact,Mrbrownwasmurderedbythem.Inthatnight,Mrbrown’sdaughterwitnessedthewholeprocess,soastotheneighborsthankstothebignoise.thentheycalledthepolice.throughtwoyearsofinvestigation,theircrimeswasdiscovered.asthepiddlerwasPrincipal,andhewassentendedtodeath.
