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My brother always tells me that every Thanksgiving turkeys get killed and that you never know when it might be you.
Oh! I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Todd. I live in Kentucky. I just escaped the turkey farm. Hey wait a minute, I'm thinking way too far ahead of myself.
Well it all started a few days before Thanksgiving. It was a cold fall night. Just after the farmers put up the anti turkey escape mechanisms. It was guarded by barbed wire 50, footwalls, tanks, and a moat with crocodiles. Which every so often the farmer’s best workers would fall into and get eaten, so I decided to escape.
Then it was time for revenge. It took me while to think of a good plan. But after a little while I finally found a good plan that might just get me out of here.
The plan was to throw a hammer at the 50 foot. Then the tank would shoot the wall down, then I could sabotage the tank, then shoot the chains that were holding up the bridge and then I could cross the bridge and then I could finally take down the farmer’s house.
So the next day I carried out my plan and so I threw the hammer and then the tank shot down the wall then I sabotaged the tank.
My plan was going good so far and then I shot the chains. Then I crossed the bridge and took down the farmer’s house
The End By Bob
Article posted November 18, 2010 at 12:30 PM •
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