"it is very trying," said a third mother turkey with a sigh; "but that is always the way with the gobblers. i suppose the dear fellows can't help it;" and she looked lovingly over at her husband as he strutted around with his friends. you would not have believed if you had seen her fond looks, and heard her husband's tender "gobble," that they had hardly spoken to each other all summer. to be sure, it was not now as it had been in the springtime. then he would have beaten any other gobbler who came near her, he loved her so; still, the rabbit could see as he watched them that when he found some very large and fine acorns, this gobbler would not eat them all, but called his wife to come and share with him; and he knew that they were happy together in their own turkey way of being happy.