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Carol Perkins: A Wild Turkey Tale

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By Carol Perkins

"Head for the hills," Papa Tom ordered his wife and the children, playing in an open field near a busy road. He circled around them, opened his impressive wingspan, and pushed them forward. "They'll be after us in a few days, so we better get out of here."

His youngest daughter stood firm in the neighbor's yard. "I'm not going to run. I'm so fast they can't catch me!" she proclaimed. not knowing who "they" were. With one raised eyeball from her mother, she shrugged her shoulders and followed the family into the thicket where they lived.

As the night drew near, the children gathered around their mother. "When will it be safe for us to go out again? I don't like having to hide under these bushes."



"After Thanksgiving," she said. "After humans cook their feasts and want no more." She hesitated to say, "eat all the turkey they want," because her children were sheltered. As of yet, she had not told them about the tradition of the turkey. She didn't want to scare them.

Papa Tom was not one to skirt around the truth, but after much debate, he agreed to shield the children for another year. "Why put the worry on them. They may never be in danger. Not all of us are. Not many people want us wild turkeys anymore."

One of the neighboring elder turkeys sneaked from his hideout to visit late in the afternoon. "Did you hear about Corn and Cob?" He went on to explain how these two prize turkeys were sent to the White House and President Trump pardoned Corn. "People voted on which one to pardon, and Corn won. That bird weighed 42 pounds." They gasped at the size. "It's all a ceremony anyway. Those two birds are going to end up living on a farm and treated like pets. Wait and see." He spoke with envy for Corn and Cob.

The inquisitive daughter moved closer to the conversation. "Pardon from what?" she asked.

The neighbor spoke quickly, "Why, from the oven. From the dining room table."

Young Tabby's eyes grew wide. "They were going to EAT them?"

The neighbor realized he had spoken too soon. "Ah, don't you worry, young lady, nobody wants us wild turkeys anymore. It's just a good idea not to be out running loose for a few days." Tabby moved close to her mother.

Later, Papa Tom gathered the family and told about when turkeys, living in the wild, were part of each year's Thanksgiving celebration. "It was the destiny of our ancestors," he said with pride, "to provide food for the settlers as they gave thanks for a bountiful year."

Tabby was proud of how much her father knew. "So, what do people eat now if they don't want us?" she asked.

They looked at each other and smiled, "They want a Butterball(TM)." The children didn't know what that was, but they laughed along with their parents, relieved they weren't Butterballs. In a few days, they were back in the open field thankful they had been spared just like Corn and Cob.


Carol's most recent book, based on a true story, The Case of the Missing Ring, is available through Amazon, both paperback and ebook. You can contact her at carolperkins06@gmail.com.


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