We followed that little bugger to the ends of the earth. At one point, we lost sight of him, but he just couldn’t keep quiet.
I spotted him in the thick brush, he was just standing there.
When we realized we couldn’t get a good shot, my son took after him on foot and chased him down the trail until there wasn’t a trail at all, just a steep cliff.
He tried to fly away, but everyone knows turkeys can’t fly. He landed below, on a soft pile of bushes.
We invited him to dinner. He was delicious.
Happy Thanksgiving to all my American Blogger Friends. This story is also my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers. Click on the froggy for more stories