I know we haven’t posted the next installment of Rocky in the Rocky Mountains, but Em wrote another terrific story (IMO) that I wanted to share with you. This time I corrected the spelling errors because it’s just easier. Here goes:

Want to hear the story of how a turkey made the biggest escape of his life?

Well, if you go beyond the hills away from the clouds over in the field in the bright sun, there lived six turkeys. Five brothers had been gobbled for Thanksgiving dinner, and since those days, turkey had feared Thanksgiving day forever! So when Thanksgiving day came turkey was first choice for supper.

Then an idea popped in his head. On the farm there was a bridge. A very broken bridge. All turkey had to do was cross it. Of course, turkey was heavy from eating, but that’s not what turkey thought when he reached the bridge. He said to himself, “I’m as light as a feather.”

But the truth is he was a really just a rooster named “Turkey.”

Gobble, Gobble

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  1. First visit to your blog so not sure who Em is but love the story!

  2. Tell Em:

    (1) I love her story and

    (2) we do NOT gobble Turkey for Thanksgiving, preferring to stuff ourselves with stuffing.

    Gobble. Gobble.

  3. That is so cute and funny. Proud mama, you are.

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