Wednesday, November 16, 2005

The Littlest Turkey, Part 1

Something special for Thanksgiving. This story is based on actual events. Sort of.

THE LITTLEST TURKEY
by
D.B. Echo

Once upon a time there was a farm where turkeys lived. All of them were young and plump, big and strong and proud. All of them except one. He was smaller than all the other turkeys. He was called the Littlest Turkey.
The Littlest Turkey wanted to run and play with the other turkeys, but they didn't want to play with him. "Go away, Littlest Turkey," they would say. "Come back when you've gotten bigger."

But the Littlest Turkey was sure he was as big as he was going to get. He tried to eat as much as he could, but he never seemed to get as big and plump as the other turkeys. And he knew that unless he got big and plump like the other turkeys, he would never get to go to the Laughter House.

The Laughter House was a wonderful place. The Littlest Turkey had never been in there. He knew that only the big and plump turkeys would get to go inside the Laughter House. He had seen them go in once, and had heard their squawks and gobbles of laughter for a little while. It must be wonderful in there, the Littlest Turkey thought. All those turkeys go in to laugh, and none of them had ever come out again. How much fun they must be having!

The Littlest Turkey decided that, big and plump or not, he would get into the Laughter House the next time they let the turkeys in.

(To be continued.)

Click here for Part 2, in which the Littlest Turkey finds a way to get into the Laughter House.

Click here for the conclusion, in which the Littlest Turkey learns there is someplace beyond the Laughter House: the Market!

2 comments:

Wildefrost said...

Can't wait! What's going to happen with the petite turkey?

Anonymous said...

Harold my dear, your sketches are wonderful...maybe I will have our boy read the story and see if he can figure out exactly where the BIG turkeys go?