When I was a child, we had a turkey named Tom (of course). Tom was our tormenter and protector. Each time we left the house, we looked for him from the back door...if we didn't see him, we would go out. Tom would then appear out of nowhere, chasing us all over the yard gobbling as loudly as he could while we shrieked and scattered! There was one moment of truce only: each school morning, he met us at the top of our driveway and escorted us down the hill, crossed the road with us, waited while we got on the bus, and then marched grandly back up to the house when the bus left. In the evening, Tom was at the bottom of the driveway waiting for the bus. He walked us up to the top of the driveway and then began to gobble and run after us and we took off screaming to the house. Then there was the time he tried to get on the bus and the driver couldn't close the bus door without smashing him, or open it without him running further up the steps! And our goat (Billy!) got on the bus twice...he actually made it into the aisle. We were were nothing, if not consistent. The image above is dedicated to Tom the Turkey...
