Friday, December 12, 2014
THE BEST THANKSGIVING EVER!
This is a made up story by me, (kylee dayton).
Oh, hi I'm Timmy, Timmy the turkey. I'm going to tell you a story about last Thanksgiving.
So, I was out in our field the day before Thanksgiving, and I heard guns, and saw hunters. I was in so much trouble. I had just rememberd that my mom had told me that turkeys were the main dish on Thanksgiving.
I ran back to my house, but all of the doors were locked. I wanted to go somewhere safe, anywhere besides here. Then I rememberd that the air port wasn't to far from here. So I sprintedtwords the air port.
When I got there they said that I had to be at least 20lbs. to go on the plane. I ran to the air port resturaunt and ate all of the crumbs off of the floor. (I don't think they have to sweep anymore).
After that, I ran back to the plane. They said that I was only 19lbs. but they were nice and let me go on anyway.
Next, I hopped onto the plane. I had no idea where I was going, but I didn't care.
When the plane stopped, I hopped off the plane. I guess we landed in this weird place called India I think. It was getting dark and I was getting realy tired, so I snuck into someones house and slept on their couch, (it was soft).
When I woke up, I smelled something delicious. I walked into the kitchen and there was a big feast. There was also an emty seat. I sat in it and no one seemed to notice.
I looked around the table and guess what I didn't see? A turkey. I was so releifed. I asked them why there was no turkey and they said that that turkeys are to special to eat and they loved them.
After the told me that, they came around and started hugging me. I felt so honord.
They asked me if I would stay, but I told them that I had to back to my family. But I made a deal with them, and it was that next Thanksgiving I would come back and bring my whole family.
Well, that is the end of my story, so this Thanksgiving if you are a turkey, hop on the next flight to India.
THE END
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