My friend Anne Williams who is 87 years, told me about her two
aunts who decided to raise their own turkey for Thanksgiving. The well
fed turkey got good and fat. On the day before, they were sorry, but
committed. So, one held the bird, the other bashed it in the head with a
hammer. They set to plucking it and the turkey suddenly tried to
scramble away from them. Oh, what a revolting development!
They ended up eating chicken and let the turkey live. It was cold outside, even in California. So, they knitted it a sweater. Then the feathers began to grow through the sweater and presented a new problem. It was pretty laughable. They eventually had to cut the sweater off in pieces, only the turkey didn’t want to go near them. They had a tough time catching that educated bird.
I’m thankful my bird comes shrink wrapped from the store, among other things too numerous to mention.
My cup runneth over! Share! Be happy. Be thankful.
They ended up eating chicken and let the turkey live. It was cold outside, even in California. So, they knitted it a sweater. Then the feathers began to grow through the sweater and presented a new problem. It was pretty laughable. They eventually had to cut the sweater off in pieces, only the turkey didn’t want to go near them. They had a tough time catching that educated bird.
I’m thankful my bird comes shrink wrapped from the store, among other things too numerous to mention.
My cup runneth over! Share! Be happy. Be thankful.
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