Turkey Gobbler, through sheer pride, never scrambled for food like
other birds. He always waited patiently for Matryona to chase some
greedy bird away and to call him.
It was the same this morning. Turkey Gobbler strutted along the side of
the fence, pretending to be looking for something.
"Khe! Khe! I am so hungry," complained Turkey Hen, stepping along
behind her husband. "Cook Matryona has already strewn the oats and now,
I think, the leftover cereal of yesterday is coming. Khe! Khe! Oh, how
I do love cereal! I think I could eat nothing but cereal the rest of my
life. I even dream of cereal sometimes."
Turkey Hen liked to complain when she was hungry and she demanded
sympathy from Turkey Gobbler. Compared with other birds, she looked
like an old woman, humping her back and coughing. She even walked with
a broken gait, as if her legs didn't belong to her.
"Yes, it would be nice to have some cereal," said Turkey Gobbler,
agreeing with her. "But a wise bird never scrambles for food. Am I not
right? If my master does not feed me, then I die of hunger. Just let
him find another Turkey Gobbler like me!"
"There is not another like you," said Turkey Hen.
"Of course not," said her husband.
"In reality, cereal is nothing. It is not a question of cereal, but of
Matryona. Am I not right? As long as there is Matryona there will be
cereal. Everything in the world depends upon Matryona--oats, cereal,
grains and crusts of bread."
In spite of these discussions, Turkey Gobbler began to feel the pangs
of hunger. He became very sad indeed.
All the birds had been fed, and still Matryona did not call him. Could
she have forgotten him? That would be no joke.
Then something happened which caused Turkey Gobbler to forget his
hunger.
A young hen, walking near the barn, began to call, "Cut-a-cut!
Cut-a-cut! Cut-a-cut!" All the other hens took up the call at once,
screaming with all their might, "Cut-a-cut! Cut-a-cut!" Loudest of all
was Rooster, of course, with his "Cock-a-doodle-doo! Who's there?"
Attracted by the noise, all the birds ran toward the barn. There they
saw a most unusual sight. Close to the barn, in a hole, lay something
gray and round and all covered with sharp needles.
"Just an ordinary stone," said one.
"It's moving," exclaimed Little Hen. "I also thought it was a stone,
but it moved when I came close, and it seems to me that I saw eyes.
Stones have no eyes, you know."
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"A foolish hen can see anything if she is frightened," remarked Turkey
Gobbler. "Perhaps it ... it ..."
He was interrupted by Gander, who screamed:
"It's a mushroom. I have seen mushrooms just like this, only they had
no needles."
Everybody laughed loudly at the Gander.
"It looks more like a hat," someone ventured to say, but this remark,
too, met with laughter.
"A hat has no eyes."
"Let us waste no time in empty conversation. Let us act," decided the
Rooster for everybody. "Hey, you thing full of needles, you speak for
yourself! What sort of beast are you? I like no fooling. Do you hear?"
As there was no answer, the Rooster felt insulted, and threw himself
upon the unknown offender. He tried to peck him once or twice but
stepped aside, abashed.
"It is nothing but a huge pine cone," he said. "Nothing tasty about it.
Would someone like to try?"
Everybody chattered, saying the first thing that occurred to him.
There was no end to the different opinions. Turkey Gobbler was the only
silent one. All the others chattered while he listened to their
foolishness. They clattered and chattered for a long time, until
someone shouted:
"Ladies and gentlemen, we are wasting time, and needlessly tiring
ourselves, when we have Turkey Gobbler with us. He knows everything."
"I do, indeed!" said Turkey Gobbler, spreading his tail and puffing out
his red wattles.
"If you do, then tell us who is this strange creature."
"And if I don't want to tell you? Just refuse to tell you?" said Turkey
Gobbler.
Then all the birds began to beg him to tell them.
"You are our wisest bird, Turkey Gobbler. Please tell us. It will cost
you nothing."
Turkey Gobbler plumed himself for a time and finally said:
"Very well. I will. Yes, I will tell you. But first you must answer
me--what do you think of me?"
"Who doesn't know? You are the wisest of all!" they answered in chorus.
"Isn't there a saying, 'As wise as a Turkey?'"
"Then you do respect me?" asked Turkey Gobbler.
"Of course we do. All of us respect you."
Turkey Gobbler plumed himself some more, puffed up his red wattles,
strutted around the strange beast three times and finally said:
"This is.... So you want to know what this is?"
"We do! Please tell us! Don't torture us any longer!" said the others.
"This ... but it is creeping!" said Turkey Gobbler.
The fowls felt like laughing at him when a giggle was heard and a thin
little voice said:
"There is the wisest bird of all! He! He! He!" And from under the
needles appeared a black snout and two tiny black eyes. The tiny black
snout sniffed the air and said:
"Hello, everybody! Is it possible that you do not recognize
Porcupine--Porcupine Gray? Pardon me ... but what a funny Turkey
Gobbler you have! I really do not know how to say it politely ... but
your Turkey Gobbler is stupid."