Makayla's got imagination!

This was part of Makayla's homework tonight! (Although I edited punctuation, and took it from three large paragraphs into many smaller ones, the story is ALL Makayla's!)


The Wild Turkey Escape


I believe today is my last day alive, unless I escape! That’s it, I’ll escape, but how? I’m stuck here in the turkey pen, but since I’m the only turkey in here, let’s just call it the chicken pen, between you and me. Anyway, I’m getting all the attention from these cute chicks. I was just saying how lovely they look today when, Yikes! Here comes Mrs. Ben, with a bucket too! Who knows what could be in there, but since all those lovely chicks are going it must be okay…Oh no! There they go straight to their deaths! I must save them! Oh, it’s just food. Well, I’m silly. Anyway, I’m hungry. Here I go.


While I was eating, I heard Mrs. Ben say, “By golly, he’s as brown as my chocolate brownies, and his feathers, why they’re magnificent! I don’t believe I could eat him!”

I puffed out my chest and spread my tail feathers out. Since I’m polite, I decided to give her a compliment in return.

“Well you’re nicely dressed yourself, Mrs. Ben.”

She opened her mouth and looked at me, then fell over. To make matters worse, Mr. Ben came out with an axe and an evil look in his eye. He just stepped over the fallen Mrs. Ben and came into the pen, walked over to me and picked me up by the tail feathers! And let me tell you, that is the most undignified way to travel, you see we turkeys are very proud.


Farmer Ben brought me to the kitchen table and tied me to the top and told me not to go anywhere. Where could I go? I mean, I was strapped to the kitchen table.

When he returned he had Mrs. Ben with him. He told her to finish making the pies, while he took care of the turkey. He took me out to the table in the yard and put me down. Mr. Ben tied my legs together. He tied my wings to my body. He put one hand on the top of my neck and one on the bottom. I knew what was going to happen next.

“I can feel the pain already!” I thought.

I saw my life flash before my eyes. Just as I was about to die, someone called for Mr. Ben. My benefactor! I shall be forever grateful to you!

When Mr. Ben went to see who it was, his dog, Lassie, came up to me and started gnawing on the rope. I asked her why she was doing this.

"I know you’re my dinner, but I don’t like to see you turkeys die."

When she got done I told her thank-you.

“No problem.”

As I was escaping into the forest, I heard Farmer Ben say through clenched teeth, “I guess we’ll have to have ham for Thanksgiving Dinner.”

I also heard the pig gulp.