An old turkey

An old turkey

Iris X

My name is Bob. I am an old turkey. It is very danger for turkeys to spend on thanksgiving. People like to cook turkey for dinner at that day. But I am very lucky I am still living.

I am an old ugly small and weak turkey. Why am I so lucky? When I was young my father told me not to be big and fat turkey. If I am big and fat, it is very easy to be cooked at thanksgiving. People like a big fat turkey for dinner. It’s a horrible day for turkeys. So I remember what my mother told me. I eat much less than other turkeys. I keep my feather dirty. No one likes me. Day after day, I become a small weak and ugly turkey. Year after year, I am the oldest turkey of all. A lot of big and fat turkeys disappeared at thanksgiving every year. They were chosen to be a big dinner. No one likes a small thin turkey. So I am very lucky to be alive.

I am very proud that I am an old ugly small and weak turkey. That is a secret why I am the oldest turkey of all.

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