"I've got to drive him away! I've got to drive him away!" said Bunny to himself, over and over again.
"Oh, Bunny! Bunny!" cried Sue. "Take him away! Take him away!"
This would have been hard for Bunny to do, for the gobbler was a very big one, and Bunny could never in the world have lifted him.
"I wish my dog Splash were here!" thought Bunny. "He'd make that old gobbler run!"
But Splash was not there. He had run off down the road with another dog, just before Bunny Brown and his sister Sue set off together.
"Gobble-obble-obble!" cried the turkey. He spread out his wings wider than ever, and the red thing that hung down over his "nose," as Sue called his beak, seemed to stand up straight, he was so angry.
"Oh, Bunny!" and Sue was screaming now. "Help me, Bunny!"
And then, all at once, Bunny thought of something.
In his hand he carried a tin pail, which he and Sue had hoped to fill with wild strawberries on their way back from playing with the children in the next house. Raising this pail over his head, Bunny threw it as straight as he could at the gobbler.
And, to Bunny's surprise, the pail went right over the turkey's head. It caught by the wire handle around the gobbler's neck, and hung in such a way that the gobbler could no longer see Sue and her red dress. And I think the little girl's red dress made the gobbler more angry than he would otherwise have been. Gobblers don't like red, for some reason or other.