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
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Sometimes my heart bleeds for the turkey… while licking my fingers.
No more gobbling (for the turkey).
Oh dear! Now I’m feeling guilty. Nice topical take.
A brutal tale of cold-blooded murder.
I like it!
I knew you would enjoy this one
What a cute Thanksgiving story. Thanks for helping us in the U.S. celebrate.
I suppose as long as you eat what you kill it’s okay to hunt.
well they Did invite him to dinner….
Yeah, I loved how you used the word ‘invite’, like the Mob inviting you to go for a ride – in the trunk. 😳
How mean… licking lips. Fun story–but mean! 🙂
teehee
Nothing better, nor fresher than just-killed meat! Hope they enjoyed it!
Haha! Good thanksgiving story, it made me smile!
Funny story, Ted, but not for the turkey. I found it easier to just buy one. We used to live in North Carolina and they’re less expensive there as so many are raised. The tame ones probably have a different taste than the wild ones. I’ve heard the wild ones are a lot smarter. Well done, and I hope you and yours had a great Thanksgiving. 😀 — Suzanne
As a Canadian, we celebrate our Thanksgiving in October, and yes, we had a great Thanksgiving Rabbit. Some eat Turkey, but nowadays Turkey is such a common meal that Rabbit is much better.Thanks for reading!