<h2><SPAN name="IX" id="IX"></SPAN>IX</h2>
<h3>A STRANGE GOBBLE</h3>
<p>"<i><span class="smcap">Gobble</span>, gobble, gobble, gobble!</i>"</p>
<p>Turkey Proudfoot stood in the farmyard
and craned his neck in every direction.
That sound certainly was close at
hand. Yet there wasn't a turkey cock
anywhere in sight, either on the ground
or in the trees.</p>
<p>Just for a moment Turkey Proudfoot
was worried.</p>
<p>"That wasn't <i>my</i> gobble, was it?" he
asked the rooster. "If I gobbled, I didn't
know it."</p>
<p>"No! You didn't gobble," said the
rooster, "though I must say that gobbling<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="p_40" id="p_40"></SPAN></span>
sounded a good deal like yours."</p>
<p>"<i>Gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble!</i>"</p>
<p>"There it goes again!" cried Turkey
Proudfoot. He was almost frantic.
"How can I fight that fellow if I can't see
him?" he cried. He looked up at the roof
of the barn; but there was no one there except
the gilded rooster that told which
way the wind blew. He looked up at the
roof of the farmhouse.</p>
<p>"You don't suppose that fellow's hiding
in the chimney, do you?" he asked.</p>
<p>"No doubt he is," said the rooster. "If
I were you I'd fly up there and catch him."</p>
<p>"The roof's high for one of my weight
to fly to," Turkey Proudfoot remarked.</p>
<p>"Still, I could flap up to the top of the
woodshed and get to the roof of the
house from there.... I'll take a look
and see how high the house seems when
I'm near it."</p>
<div class="figcenter"> <SPAN name="illus-002" id="illus-002"></SPAN> <SPAN name="illus-002-grande" id="illus-002-grande" href="images/illus-big-p42.jpg"> <ANTIMG src="images/illus-p42.jpg" width-obs="400" height-obs="613" alt="Polly Imitates Turkey Proudfoot's Gobble" title="Polly Imitates Turkey Proudfoot's Gobble" /></SPAN> <span class="caption">Polly Imitates Turkey Proudfoot's Gobble</span>
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<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="p_41" id="p_41"></SPAN></span></p>
<p>To the rooster's delight, Turkey Proudfoot
started towards the house. 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."</p>
<p>In spite of his words, the rooster didn't
look at all uneasy. Indeed, the only thing
that worried him was the fear that Turkey
Proudfoot <i>wouldn't</i> get himself into a
scrape. But he thought it more polite not
to say exactly what he hoped.</p>
<p>Turkey Proudfoot stalked up to the
farmhouse and stopped near the piazza.
He was gazing upwards and measuring the
height of the roof with his eye when all at
once a loud "<i>Gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble!</i>"
almost tipped him over backward.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="p_42" id="p_42"></SPAN></span></p>
<p>The outcry came from the farmhouse.
There was no doubt of that. But it didn't
come from the roof, nor the chimney.</p>
<p>Turkey Proudfoot stared at the windows
and the doors and saw no one except
Miss Kitty Cat, dozing on a window sill.
Then something moved beneath the piazza
ceiling. It was a cage, which swayed as
a green figure clung to the wires on one
side of it.</p>
<p>"I'm a handsome bird," a voice informed
Turkey Proudfoot. "<i>Gobble,
gobble, gobble, gobble!</i>"</p>
<p>For once in his life Turkey Proudfoot
hadn't a word to say. For the moment he
was struck dumb.</p>
<p>At last he found his voice. "Who are
you?" he bellowed.</p>
<p>"Ha! ha! ha! ha!"</p>
<p>"Don't laugh at me!" cried Turkey
Proudfoot.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="p_43" id="p_43"></SPAN></span></p>
<p>"Polly wants a cracker," said the green
bird.</p>
<p>A few quick steps brought Turkey
Proudfoot upon the piazza, nearer the
cage where the annoying green person
swung and made queer, throaty noises—sounds
which only angered Turkey Proud
foot the more.</p>
<p>Turkey Proudfoot took a little run and
rose into the air, to crash against the cage
and then fall flapping upon the piazza
floor.</p>
<p>The green person shrieked. And the
hired man, with an axe in his hand,
peered out of the woodshed door.</p>
<p>"Here, you old gobbler! You leave
our Polly alone!" he called. And he ran
out and gave Turkey Proudfoot a sharp
rap with the axe helve.</p>
<p>Turkey Proudfoot ran off and hid behind
the barn and sulked.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="p_44" id="p_44"></SPAN></span></p>
<p>"There's a bird around here," he muttered,
"that mocks Miss Kitty Cat; and
they call him a Cat Bird. Now, here's a
bird that mocks me; so I should think
they'd call him a Turkey Bird. But they
don't. I heard the hired man call him
Pretty Polly.</p>
<p>"Pretty Polly indeed!" Turkey Proudfoot
sniffed. "That creature is nothing
but a bunch of green feathers and a loud
voice."</p>
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<p class="chapter"><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="p_45" id="p_45"></SPAN></span></p>
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