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THE LITTLEST TURKEY
Conclusion
by
D.B. Echo
Conclusion
by
D.B. Echo
The Littlest Turkey was cold. He was colder than he ever remembered being before. But then again, it was hard to remember much since they had chopped his head off.
He was in a case with the other turkeys, the big and plump turkeys. Turkey Day was coming soon, and people were coming to the Market to pick turkeys to take home.
They always seemed to want the big and plump turkeys. One time a little girl had seen him in the case. "Mommy, mommy, look at the little turkey," she said. "I want to take home the littlest turkey."
"No, dear," her mother said. "We are having many people over for Thanksgiving. We need a big, plump turkey."
One by one the other turkeys left the Market to go home with people. Turkey Day was coming soon, and people were taking away more and more of the big and plump turkeys. But no one wanted the Littlest Turkey.
Finally, the day before Turkey Day came, and the Littlest Turkey found himself all alone in the case."How sad," he thought. "No one wants to take me home."
It was late in the day, and the Manager was about to close down the Market for the night. Suddenly a Man came into the store.
"I have a coupon," he said, "for a free turkey. Do you have any left?"
"You're in luck," said the Manager. "I have one left." He showed the Man the Littlest Turkey, all alone in the case.
"It's a little small," the Man said. "But I guess beggars can't be choosers. Besides, it's just me and my wife this year. A little turkey might be just what we need."
The Manager took the Littlest Turkey out of the case and traded him to the Man for the coupon he was holding. "Happy Thanksgiving!", he said to the Man.
"I'm not going to be left behind for Turkey Day," thought the Littlest Turkey happily as the Man put him in the trunk of his car. "I'm so happy. But I'm so cold." He rolled around a little as the car pulled out of the parking lot. "I sure hope I'm going someplace warm."
THE END
Strangely moving, DataBoy. You should definitely write perverse children's books. Make it a holiday themed book. You could have:
ReplyDeleteNew Year's: The Flattest Beer.
President's Day: How Al Gore copes.
Valentine's Day: Artificial Heart.
Mardi Gras: The partier who can't swim.
Easter: The Crucified Rabbi who didn't rise.
Memorial Day: The REMF; or, a story of the soldiers defeated by the United States.
July 4: The British Ambassador wondering what the fuss is about.
Labor Day: The Least Corrupt Labor Boss.
Halloween: Caspar the Friendly Ghost ... oh, that's already taken.
--Bill
DBE,
ReplyDeleteThis reads like those old "Fractured Fairy Tales" that used to be part of "Rocky and Bullwinkle". A job well done indeed!
LOL!!!! I agree Marc, i forgot about those and I used to love them. :)
ReplyDeleteHappy Thanskgiving Marc, as i know we won't bump into each other.
Harold, your sketches, your photos and writing are all getting better and better.
Blogging has been good for the creative you. :)