Smash, bang, crash.
“Great thundering dog! What was that?”
“We flushed, Nemo, we flushed out three wild turkeys!”
“Was that what they were, all I saw was wings, red eyes, and beaks!”
“You should have held your point until I could have got close enough to grab one by the neck.”
“By the neck? Who could even see their necks?”
Well, that’s our strategy, you point with your front foot and I spring over your head and grab one by the neck and crikey, it’s thanksgiving!”
“Uh Huck, if you were going to grab one by the neck, why are we both running like crazy back to Momma Dog?”
Be careful Huck… They are crafty critters!