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I was being chased by a cook holding a knife and he looked hungry. I stopped by every turkey house in the woods and warned them to lock their doors and hide so that’s what they did. As I ran through the woods I could hear a faint sound in the distance and this is what it said, “run mom run.” The voice sounded familiar.
As I got closer to my house the voice got louder. When I was right in front of my house I could see who it was. It was Max my little baby turkey. Then I felt a tug on my back feather. It was my other baby. Her name was Madison. I picked her up and carried her inside. The cook stopped chasing me and we never saw him again. We lived happily ever after.
Article posted November 23, 2005 at 01:48 PM •
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