He was headed north in his surrey towards Brattleboro and he met a turkey drive headed south the turkeys began to roost on his surrey and on the backs of his horses.
And so he had to drive for dear life apparently to get out of there but he still ended up with a good coating of turkey guano all over himself and his surrey and his horses.
In the center of an untrimmed plot enclosed by a fence of gaping and broken pickets stood an ancient lopsided surrey and a weathered house from an upper window of which hung a garment of vivid pink.