"Splash will make him go away," said Bunny. "Splash likes you now, Tom. He's a friend of yours, for he shook hands, and he'll do anything you want."
"Well, all I want is for him to get this gobbler off me," said the ragged boy.
"Hi, Splash!" cried Bunny. "Get at this bad gobbler!"
Splash rushed up to Tom, and then, raising up on his hind legs, nipped at the gobbler. The big bird made a louder noise than ever, and suddenly jumped down from Tom's back.
"Ha! I knew you'd do it!" cried Bunny in delight. But just then something queer happened.
Splash, seeing the bird flop down to the ground, made a dash for the gobbler with open mouth, barking the while.
"Now watch that old gobbler run!" cried Bunny, capering about.
But instead it was Splash that ran. Unable to stand the sight of the big bird, with outspread and drooping wings, with all his feathers puffed out to make him look twice as large as he really was, and with an angry "Gobble-obble-obble" coming from his beak, Splash ran. It was no wonder, for the turkey was a terrifying sight. I think even a tiger, a lion or perhaps an elephant would have run.
"Come back! Come back, Splash!" called Bunny. "We want you to drive the turkey gobbler away from us."
But the gobbler was already going away. He was going right after Splash, who was running down the road as fast as he could go.