"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.
And somebody mocked him. Somebody repeated his question after him. It was the same voice that had gobbled.
Turkey Proudfoot's rage was terrible to see.
IX
A STRANGE GOBBLE
"Gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble!"