The proud ruler of the farmyard turned tail and ran. He looked like a white ghost as he scuttled, dripping, around a corner of the barn where nobody could see him.
Mistah Mule had watched everything as he stood with his head over the fence. And he again burst into his fiendish laughter.
“I reckon that ole Turkey done brag his last brag to me,” he chuckled.
Later, Turkey Proudfoot warned all the flock to have nothing to do with Mistah Mule.
“He’s a trouble-maker,” declared Turkey Proudfoot.
XXIV
THE UMBRELLA
Johnnie Green wanted to go over the hill to play with a friend—a boy called “Red.”
“You may go,” his mother said, “but you must take an umbrella. We’re going to have rain.”
Now, Johnnie Green didn’t like to carry an umbrella.
“I don’t think it’s going to rain,” he grumbled. “I’ll ask Father if I need to take one.”