Thanksgiving With a Turkey
{Goes badly}
By:Aiden P.
I was strolling along, on a hunting expedition, when I came across a turkey. He stopped, I stopped. I dropped my gun on the autumn leaves, [I love animals, but my favorite is Turkey.] The turkey didn’t leave. I walked over, and patted his head. I named him Tom. He even gave me his address. Written on a piece of bark was:
678-5678-9070 Turkey Lane.
I called Tom he said yes. He came over as quickly has he could. When Tom was at the door, I opened it up and said, “Nice to see you Tom.” He just let out a couple of turkey words that I didn’t understand. Tom walked in and put his coat on a hook. He came and sat in a chair. “You have a turkey friend?” Said my Mom. “Yes indeed.”
It was finally time for Lunch,my Mom had bought a small turkey, because she didn’t have her glasses, so she couldn't read the label. We all took a piece of turkey, except Tom. He had some stuffing, sweet potatoes, and some bread. The turkey was going by the second.
It was almost gone! We all didn’t know what to do.
My Mom got out the Christmas ham, but then Dad said, “But that's our Christmas ham, It’s for christmas!” “Okay, Okay, I’ll put it back,” Said Mom. Everybody was hungry for food. Even my little sister began to chant, “Food, food I want food!” Everybody started in, even I did.
“Food, food we want food!”
Then we smiled at Tom, he smiled back, umm, and boy, he was delicious.
And then the next day, I called Tom. No answer. I kicked myself lightly on the ankle, because I had forgotten what I had done on Thanksgiving.
Please pass on to Aiden how much we enjoyed his story! What a riot! Nice job Aiden! ~Brendn's mom
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