They eyed him curiously.
"So you take even your dinner solemnly?" drawled Clarence.
The gobbler threw back his head and guffawed till he was purple in the face.
"You know very well what I mean," retorted Eustace. "What are you going to do about that Monster?"
"Why ... you feed it."
"Yes," chimed in the turkey. "You're always so kind-hearted, and like to set us an example of charity and that sort of thing. This is just your chance."
"Ah, do be serious! Don't you hear the horrible thing?"
"Certainly I do. I hear lots of unpleasant things without getting wrought up about them."
"But this is something we've got to face!—Listen to me, fellow denizens," he said, raising his voice and addressing a group who were just settling down for their post-prandial siesta. "The enemy is drawing nearer every moment! If you doubt my words, come up on this mound and see for yourselves."
A few, who had curiosity, did so.