Turkey

Turkey

 

 

Mr. Turkey walked into my house one evening.  He was dressed in a suit that was too small and he was flaring his big yellow, orange and brown tail feathers to get attention.  He came late, but just in time for dinner!  For dinner we were going to have turkey, but we could not because of Mr. Turkey.  Instead we had gravy and mashed potatoes. Mr. Turkey did not like that so I made him an omelet.   After dinner and desert, Mr. Turkey had a big fight with Uncle Murry!  Everyone was dead silent, except for the two fighting!  They were fighting for which team was going to win the football game.  Everyone was trying to make them shut up but they would not, they kept blabbering on and on! They both got to the point where Mr. Turkey’s gobble was about to explode and Murry’s face was as bright and as pink as a piece of bubble gum!  They ended up cooling down but they were still mad. Then Aunt Deb started to laugh and said “You guys are so funny! You guys were fighting till 5:00 in the morning because the game went overtime. The teams were tied until then!”

            Everyone started to clear out.  But I could tell Uncle Murry or Mr. Turkey, one of them at least, was not going to come to Christmas this year.   All that meant for me was I was getting one less present this year, and a family breakout!