Then all the boys bent over the puddle, and scooped up great handfuls of water, and threw them over each other.
It was a great battle. And when it was finished and they were soaked to the skin, they splashed up the road, shouting and singing.
I guess they went into every last puddle between the schoolhouse and the White-House-with-the-Green-Blinds by the side of the road.
They had reached it now.
All-of-a-sudden Jehosophat felt very funny near the pit of his stomach. Something was sure to happen now.
In front of the house marched Mr. Stuckup, the Turkey. His chest was stuck out and his tail feathers were spread out too, like a great big fan. He was having a lovely parade all by himself.
"Rubber, rubber, rubber," he gobbled.
Jehosophat looked down at his feet. He felt guilty—but he thought it was very mean of Mr. Stuckup to call attention to his wet rubbers that way.
"Keep quiet," Jehosophat shouted. "You don't need to tell on me!"
"Rubber, rubber, rubber," gobbled Mr. Stuckup just the same.