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November 30, 2008
Turkey Narritive
“Woof, Woof!”, I heard. My heart pounded frantically. They are getting close I thought. “Hide!”, I whispered to my friend BooBoohead. We stumbled over a blueberry patch trying to avoid the hunting hounds. Everything was so hard to see because the haze that covered the ground and the fog that clouded the sky. I saw BooBoohead pluck some blueberries from the patch and gulp them down shakily. I knew what he felt like. This was the most feared day for all turkeys…Thanksgiving Day.
BooBoohead and I huddled closer together. On top of all the confusion a hunting horn’s long sad cries pierced the air. A few minutes later there was a “Caught it!”, and I knew a turkey was captured. Suddenly a big furry canine burst out of the blueberry patch catching BooBoohead and I off guard. The next thing I knew I was getting separated from BooBoohead. “Noooooooooo!”, I screamed knowing it wouldn’t help. I flew back, hit something hard and muttered “no”, weakly. Everything seemed to be fading away now. Even the “PANG , PANG!”, of the hunters’ loud violent sticks were going away. Softer……softer…softer.
I woke up with a start. I got up and rushed through the woods as fast as I could. The haze had finally cleared up, but there was still some smoke from the hunters’ bombs. I rushed to the edge of the woods and skidded to a stop. There they were, the captured turkeys. The sight of me in the bushes cheered them up………way too much because apparently the hunters saw me and pulled out their long, violent sticks and pointed them at me. Suddenly, everything turned slow like in the movies where they call it slowmotion. “PANG, PANG!”, six white, shiny thingies came at me really slowly. I sidestepped to dogde the first two darts and I dodged the next two by ducking and the last two by jumping. Then in a really low voice one of the hunters said “Hey, turkeys can’t do matrix!”. “Bam!”,I crashed into the guts of one hunter and the ribs of the second. They fell down writhing in pain. “Run!”, I yelled to the other turkeys.
That night we had a big celebration. We had crunchy little beetles for the appetizer, worms for the main course, and blueberies for the dessert. At the very end I was given a big reward……..enough worms to last 300,000,000,000,000,000,000 years. That Thanksgiving Day no turkey was killed, so the hunters could only have some vegetables for their feast. |
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