Gobblers don't like red, for some reason or other.
"Gobble-obble-obble!" called the big turkey. Oh, but he must have been surprised! He did not know what to do. He just danced around and around, trying to shake the pail off his neck. If he had only lowered his head, as he did when picking up corn, the pail would have slid off. But the gobbler did not think of that.
Perhaps he still thought he could find Sue, and pick her legs with his sharp beak because she wore a red dress that he did not like. And it was such a pretty red dress, too, and Sue looked so nice in it.
"Gobble-obble-obble!" went the turkey, louder than ever.
"Oh, Bunny! Bunny!" cried Sue, as she ran toward her brother. "What did you do to him?"
"I—I tried to hit him with the pail, to make him let you alone," said Bunny, "but the pail went on his neck. Wasn't I a good shot, Sue?"
"Yes," she said. "And now let's run before he comes after us again. Run, Bunny, run!"
