When Fatty Coon came to Farmer Green's yard he had no trouble at all in
finding the spreading oak. He could see the turkeys plainly where they
dozed on the bare branches. And in less time than it takes to tell it
Fatty had climbed the tree. On the very lowest limb there was a row of
four plump turkeys, all sound asleep. And Fatty reached out and seized
the nearest one. He seized the turkey by the neck, so that the big bird
could not call out. But Fatty was not quite quick enough. Before he
could pull her off her perch the turkey began to flap her wings, and she
struck the turkey next her, so that THAT turkey woke up and began to
gobble and flap HER wings. Then the next turkey on the limb woke up. And
the first thing that Fatty Coon knew, every one of the thirty-nine
turkeys that were left was going gobble-gob-gob-gob-gobble! And some of
them went sailing off across the yard. One of them lighted on top of the
porch just outside Farmer Green's window and it seemed to Fatty that
that one made the greatest racket of all.

Farmer Green's window flew up; and Farmer Green's voice called "Spot!
Spot!"

Fatty Coon did not wait to hear anything more. He dropped the turkey he
had seized and slipped down to the ground. And then he ran toward the
woods as fast as he could go.

Farmer Green's dog Spot was barking now. And Fatty wanted to climb one
of the trees by the roadside. But he remembered, the narrow escape he
had had when the dog had treed him near the cornfield. So he never
stopped until he reached the woods. Then he went nimbly up into the
trees. And while Spot was barking at the foot of the first tree he
climbed, Fatty was travelling through the tree-tops toward home.