Turkey Proudfoot seemed doubtful that Spot could take his place.
"Keep your tail still when you bark,"[p. 113] he told the old dog. "These farmyard fowls won't pay much attention to you if they see your tail a-wagging."
"I'll remember what you say," Spot answered.
"Be sure to keep a sharp eye on that Rooster." Turkey Proudfoot went on. "I don't want him to get the idea into his head that he's running things in this, farmyard."
"Very well!" said Spot. "Shall I let him crow a bit, if he wants to?"
"Let him crow—yes!" Turkey Proudfoot answered. "But if he starts to gobbling—well, you'd better send for me at once."
"What about the Peacock?" Spot inquired wickedly. He knew that Turkey Proudfoot was frightfully jealous of Johnnie Green's newest pet.
"The Peacock!" Turkey Proudfoot[p. 114] squawked. "Pull out his tail feathers—every one of them! I've been intending to do that myself. But I've been so busy that I haven't had the time for it."
Then they said good-by.
"You ought to tell me where you're going," Spot suggested. "If the Rooster should gobble I must know where to find you."