"But I—I want my pail!" Bunny said, holding back. "The turkey has my pail, and we can't get any strawberries."
But though Sue was younger than Bunny she knew it would never do to try and take the pail away from the turkey now.
"You can't get it, Bunny," she said. "If you take it away from him he'll bite you. 'Sides, when he has it on him that way it's just like the blinkers on a horse. He can't see us. Come on."
What Sue said was true. The turkey could not see the children as long as the pail was on his neck in that way.
"When he drops it off we can come back and get it—maybe when he has gone to bed, Bunny," said Sue. "Turkeys go to bed early; don't they?"
"Maybe," answered her brother. He knew chickens went to bed, or to "roost" as it is called, quite early, and a turkey, after all, was like a big chicken, or rooster.
"Well, when he goes to bed we'll come and get the pail," said Sue. "Only we can't get any strawberries then, 'cause it'll be dark."
