<h2><SPAN name="IV" id="IV"></SPAN>IV</h2><h3>SCARING THE GEESE</h3>
<p><span class="smcap">The</span> six geese stood in a row and hissed
at Turkey Proudfoot. He was so astonished
that any one of them could have
knocked him over with a feather, almost.
When he gobbled an order at them, telling
them not to go swimming again, the
geese hissed at him. That was just the
same as telling him to keep still and mind
his own affairs.</p>
<p>And Turkey Proudfoot was not used to
answers like that.</p>
<p>The rooster had followed him across the
farmyard in order to look on and listen
while Turkey Proudfoot spoke to the<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="p_17" id="p_17"></SPAN></span>
geese. And his surprise was as great as
Turkey Proudfoot's.</p>
<p>"Surely!" he muttered to Turkey
Proudfoot, "you aren't going to let these
geese go unpunished. They've insulted
you."</p>
<p>"Ha! I <i>thought</i> they had," Turkey
Proudfoot exclaimed. "And I'm glad to
know that you agree with me. There's
no doubt that they deserve a severe beating."</p>
<p>"Ah!" the rooster cried. "Now we'll
see some fun."</p>
<p>"Yes!" said Turkey Proudfoot. "I
expect we'll have a merry time." Still he
made no move to attack the geese, who
stood motionless, facing him like soldiers.</p>
<p>"Well!" the rooster said impatiently.
"Aren't you going to punish these geese?"</p>
<p>"Certainly not!" Turkey Proudfoot
cried. "Why did you tag after me across<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="p_18" id="p_18"></SPAN></span>
the yard if it wasn't to fight them? I've
often heard that you were usually spoiling
for a fight. So here's your chance!"</p>
<p>It was true, in a way, that the rooster
was always ready to fight. Not one of the
cockerels on the farm dared to speak to
him. But he always took care to fight
only such as he knew he could whip. Certainly
he had no desire to fight six geese
all by himself. He drew back a little and
shook his head.</p>
<p>"This is not my quarrel," he declared.</p>
<p>"But you suggested it," Turkey Proudfoot
reminded him. "And now I suggest
that you take it up. I did my part. You
must do yours."</p>
<p>A wild look came into the rooster's eyes.
He wanted to run away. But he was a
proud bird. He thought a great deal of
the <i>looks</i> of things. And he didn't know
just what to do.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="p_19" id="p_19"></SPAN></span></p>
<p>Then something happened that suddenly
made him act—and act quickly.
The six geese all took one step forward.</p>
<p>The rooster turned tail and dashed
around the barn, out of sight. And Turkey
Proudfoot found himself facing the
six geese, who soon took one more step
towards him and hissed louder than ever.</p>
<p>He had never felt so ill at ease in all his
life. But he remembered that he was the
ruler of the turkey flock and the handsomest
bird on the farm. It would never do
to have it said that he ran away from six
silly geese.</p>
<p>"I'll scare 'em," he thought. Thereupon
he burst into a deafening gobble and
took one step towards the geese.</p>
<p>He had fully expected to see them fall
back. What they actually did was most
annoying. Every one of them took another
step towards him.</p>
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