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 The Turkey story 16, 2011 Hi my name is Bob. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to die!!! What should I do? I know, I will move. To the next forest. I better start packing. Almost done there. He said I better get going. Yea I am here. Bang bang bang bang. Gun shots. Agh, there he his. Bang, he is right there. The turkey ran to the top of the hill and found a rock and he threw it at him. And he fell to the ground. I did it. I beat him. The hunter, yes. So the turkey went home. Article posted November 18, 2011 at 04:37 PM • comment • Reads 881 • Return to Blog List Add a CommentPosted Comments |
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