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He only knew that things looked bad for him because Turkey Proudfoot was getting angrier every moment. "I say!" the rooster cried. "Please don't waste your time on me just now, Mr. Turkey Proudfoot! Here come the six silly geese back from the duck pond. And I'd suggest that you speak to them at once and warn them not to enter the water again." Turkey Proudfoot glanced across the farmyard.
So I think I'll go over to the cranberry bog and pick a few cranberries. Why don't you come along with me?" "Ugh!" Turkey Proudfoot exclaimed. "Cranberries! I can't stand even the mention of them." "Ha!" Mr. Crow murmured to himself. "I've waked him up at last. I thought that would fetch him." And to Turkey Proudfoot he said, "Do you mean to tell me that you don't like cranberries?
And when he wasn't picking up a seed, or a bit of grain, or an insect off the ground, he held his head very high. Often Turkey Proudfoot seemed to look right past his farmyard neighbors, as if he were gazing at something in the next field and didn't see them. But they soon learned that that was only an odd way of his. Really, he saw about everything that went on.
He had not been gone long when a noisy "haw-haw-hoo-hoo" rolled and echoed through the woods. "He's laughing!" Turkey Proudfoot exclaimed. "Solomon Owl is laughing. I wonder what the joke is." He was so curious to know that he actually began to wish that Simon Screecher would hurry back. And after a little while he did. "What was the joke?" Turkey Proudfoot demanded. "I heard you cousin laughing."
And I hurried around the corner at once." "Maybe the person that gobbled ran around the other end of the barn, to dodge you," the rooster suggested. "I'll go and see," said Turkey Proudfoot. And he went back where he came from. He found nobody there. But that annoying gobble sounded again and brought him back into the yard even faster than before. "Who did that?" he squalled.
Turkey Proudfoot never knew what a narrow escape he had. As soon as it began to grow light he dropped down out of the oak tree and hurried home, for he didn't want to miss the breakfast that Farmer Green always gave him. Along in the fall, breakfasts always seemed to be bigger. "Ho, hum!" old Mr. Crow yawned. He had stopped to talk with Turkey Proudfoot in the cornfield.
He was so much bigger than she that he could bowl her over easily. On her own account Henrietta didn't really think it worth while to try to make any trouble for Turkey Proudfoot. But when she led her first brood of chicks into the yard to teach them to find food for themselves, Turkey Proudfoot's lordly ways made her very angry. "Move your family over on the gravel drive!"
And I'd like to gabble with you for an hour or two. I don't see what makes me so wakeful." Just then a familiar sound greeted Turkey Proudfoot's ears. It was a crow. It was the rooster's crow, way down at the farmyard. "Why, it's almost dawn!" Turkey Proudfoot exclaimed. "I didn't know the night was so nearly gone. It's no wonder I couldn't sleep.
The rooster promptly called to all the hens to "come quick," because Turkey Proudfoot was going to fly to the roof of the farmhouse. "I hope he won't get into trouble," said the rooster with a chuckle. "It would be a pity if he fell down the chimney." In spite of his words, the rooster didn't look at all uneasy.
Crow bolted the kernel of corn in a twinkling. "You forget that you're not in the farmyard," he said boldly. "You can't treat me as if I were a Hen." And he chuckled in a croaking sort of fashion. Turkey Proudfoot glared at him. He knew that it was useless to rush at Mr. Crow. The old gentleman would only rise into the air and sail away with a loud haw-haw. Now, Mr. Crow was a famous tease.
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