Most of you children know that a crayfish
is like a little lobster.
"Here, Splash! Splash!" cried Bunny. "Come and drive this bad turkey off
Tom!"
"Bow-wow!" barked the big dog, as he came running.
"Tell him to hurry," begged Tom. "I can't shake him off and he's biting
deep into my neck. I'm feared he'll bore a hole in it!"
"Hurry up, Splash! Hurry up!" urged Bunny.
"Bow-wow!" barked Splash again, which, I suppose, was his way of saying
he would.
On he came, and, all this while, the gobbler was on top of Tom's back,
gobbling away, fluttering his wings and now and then making savage pecks
at the boy's shoulders and neck.
"Splash will make him go away," said Bunny. "Splash likes you now, Tom.
He's a friend of yours, for he shook hands, and he'll do anything you
want."
"Well, all I want is for him to get this gobbler off me," said the
ragged boy.
"Hi, Splash!" cried Bunny. "Get at this bad gobbler!"
Splash rushed up to Tom, and then, raising up on his hind legs, nipped
at the gobbler. The big bird made a louder noise than ever, and suddenly
jumped down from Tom's back.
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