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Through the Eyes of A
Turkey
I am a light brown turkey and I weigh
55 pounds. I also have small, blue eyes and wings with red
tips at the end. One side of my wings is burned because one
of my owner's kids accidently pushed me near their fire and
got one side burned. But, I'll say it was my fault because I
stood so close, well, about a foot away from the fire. Lucky
it was just my wing, and not my body. Otherwise I wouldn't
be here. Oh! One more thing about me that you should know, I
can hear and understand what is being said.
I live on a farm out in the country
with my owner and his wife, plus their two children. There's
a lot of other animals on the farm, like the horse, cow,
mule, dog and cat. Before I forget to mention, there's a
rooster and hen, some relation to me, and there's about 15
of us turkeys and 10 chickens. So, we're really all a big
family. I stay with my best friend, Snapper, the youngest
turkey, because she is so much fun to stay with and she
really knows a lot. The children named her Snapper because
for a few days when she first arrived she would always make
snapping noises. So, that's how she got her
name.
My owner feeds us every morning right
at 8:00 AM. He is one great owner. He never did raise his
voice at us, like he did to the others. That's what I like
about him, his kindness and gentleness.
I guess I've said enough on that part.
Thanksgiving is in two more weeks and I'm getting real jumpy
and nervous because my owner and his wife were talking about
killing one of us turkeys and selling it. And I've got this
weird feeling way inside that it's going to be
me.
Later. Of all the crazy things I did,
eavesdropping on my owner and his wife is the worst I could
do, but I just couldn't help it. I needed to know what was
going on. And they both did decide to get rid of me. What a
bummer! I thought I would be here forever, but I guess I was
wrong. I have all sorts of crazy ideas of what to do. Maybe
I should run away, but to where? I have no idea where to go.
Even though I'm scared I've got to face this on my
own.
Two days later I went to say goodbye
to my friends before I got into the back of the truck. I'm
very sad now, and I have tears in my eyes, although no one
can see them. I don't want to leave. But, I have to. I
really don't have any other choice, but to rock on. I wonder
if there will be a heaven for me? I have no Idea till I find
out. After all, if there's a heaven for the humans, maybe
there is one for us?
By: Marcia
George
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Marshall
Cultural Atlas
