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She cowered against the fence while others around her screamed. She remained calm and hopeful. Take her, him or them, she prayed quietly, but not me. Unfortunately, her unusual manner made her stick out among the throng. Grabbed by the neck, the quiet turkey was brought to the slaughter house.
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This is how I feel in moments of ‘audience participation’!
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I feel the same way, and I hate it when they grab my neck! 😀
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I was going to mention stuffing but I’m too polite!
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Hahaha! Ah, you KNOW you don’t need to be polite here… I do remember your line of cocaine 😀
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Oh yes. My line of cocaine was a moment of weakness.
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Happy thanksgiving 🙂
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Thank you! 🙂
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Maybe she’ll have better luck next year. Oh, wait a minute… Never mind.
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Lmao! Reincarnated turkeys are just a couple of years down the road — they have every other kinds. 🙂
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That’s true. Just a matter of time really. 🙂
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Very witty. Nice punch!
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Thanks Apollo! Hope the punch didn’t hurt too much 😉
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Na, missed me by a mile 🙂
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Darn! I’ll try harder next time 🙂 xo
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Best of wishes lol
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Once again I was fooled by the tricky ending. The good news is (after spending hours investigating this story) I discovered the individual who chose this turkey because she “stood out among the throng” was none other than the town chiropractor. Why did she stand out you ask? A restless evening resulted in an acute case of torticollis. Fortunately the chiropractor had a portable adjusting table in the slaughterhouse where he applied a Gonstead adjustment correcting the segmental dysfunction that was found between C5 and C6 restoring full range of motion to our Turkey. After making this correction and freeing all nerve interference he celebrated by having her accompany him to a lovely vegetarian Thanksgiving Dinner. I love a story with a happy ending!! 🙂
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Haha! I love how you deconstruct my stories!! Happy endings are okay, but once in awhile, we all need a dose of reality — the dark side demands it 🙂
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Hummmm, a dose of reality. There’s a concept many (politely) accuse me of doling out!! Couldn’t agree with you more. ;_)
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I am horrible at creating those emoticons!! 😉
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Haha! Here’s a link where you can just copy and paste all the emoji your heart can take:
http://getemoji.com/
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Poor turkey.
I think she should get a reprieve. Haha.
An excellent story Rose.
The ending snuck up on me.
🍗🍗
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I love sneaking up on you! Thank you, Alan 🙂 — I shall enjoy the drumsticks, as well!!
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Ah, I miss Seinfeld!
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Ah, I love them! Did you notice Kramer in the background?
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Yes! He’s going into the hallway!
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A curse of sticking out 🙂 Great twist!
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Haha! There are times when sticking out can be detrimental to ones health! Thank you, dear Inese😘
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TG is our most philosophical holiday. Once upon a time, there was a wary turkey who hid whenever the farmer approached. Day after day, the farmer would put a handful of yummy grain on a stump and leave. The turkey would come out and eat the grain. Eventually, the turkey saw a pattern, made an inductive inference, and concluded that the farmer was a benefactor rather than a threat. On a Wednesday in late November, the turkey say the farmer coming and happily trotted over to the stump.
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Oops — it should be “saw the farmer coming” in the comment a certain turkey just made.
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