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merlynh Member
since 1999-09-26
Posts 411deer park, wa |
Looking into his wife's eyes, "Your such a beautiful thing." he said. "Your walk. Your talk. " Bobbing his head. "I could just kiss you." Giving her a smooch. "You know? That special day is almost here, my pretty one. Yes, and it's just for you... I'll try and not be cruel, I promise. It has to be done." sighing. "You'll forgive me won't you my sweet feathery one?" "Will you cut that out! his wife barked. "I'm not the turkey!" Shoving him off her lap. "I don't want to kiss you right now." "But honey I was only playing," he said, "Just fun-in." "Well stop the fun-in! Get the ax! And go and cut that turkey's head off. Make sure you bleed him good-- before you bring him in. Your going to help with the plucking too." she said getting more angry. " Think I'm going to do all the work, your crazy!" "We can put it off until later? Can't we?" he said pleading. "Your the one who fell in love with that stupid bird! Not me! You go and cut it's head off, or I will." pointing toward the front door, giving the last ultimatum. "Well all right." he said under his breath, walking out the door dragging his feet. I don't know why she has to insist on having turkey anyway, mumbling to himself. Heck, that Rhode Island Red hasn't laid an egg all week. Strolling from the barn with the ax in his hand he could see the gobbler stretching it's neck to get a better look at him. "Well here I am my feathered friend." he said while unlatching the bin's gate and walking up to him. "I'll try and make it a clean cut." Feeling the weight of his duty as the bird looked at him frightened and sensed something was wrong. Making squawking noises moving like a wild coward in small circles. "Your not making this easy my pet. Let daddy do what needs to be done." Then the gobbler suddenly stopped and bowed it's head defeated waiting it's fate. "Don't look like that. You're sure making it hard on me." Tears running down his face, taking the bird by neck trying to lead it toward a stump to do his deed. Panicking and flapping it's wings as he laid it's head in position forcing him to squeeze harder. Suddenly the bird went limp and relaxed. "Well, maybe it's better this way." he said, removing his hand from it's neck, taking a deep breath while raising the ax. Entering the house with a bloody rag, he took a seat in the kitchen leaning over the kitchen table. "Your getting blood all over the place. Go and wash up! Idiot! Feeling sorry for yourself over a stupid bird. Aren't you? Are you listening to me?" He's wife said being impatient with him. "I'm not feeling bad about the turkey." he said. "I cut my hand. Moving the rag away showing her. "See here?" "How and the hell did you do that? Couldn't you be more careful?" she said. " Next thing you're going to tell me, you didn't cut that turkey's head off. Looking up smiling. "I didn't." he said softly. "And why not?" she screamed. Taking a deep breath, he said. "Well...I was just about ready to--when it screamed. 'Don't kill me!' I was so shocked--I cut my hand with the ax. "Your crazy!" his wife said. " Your plumb out of your mind. You hear me? You idiot! Pacing across the room stopping at the front door. "Where's that ax?" she asked abruptly. "It's just outside the door against the porch." he said in a low voice, ashamed. "I'll cut it's head off. you darn... fool." she said under her breath determined as she exited the house. Sitting at the table he was puzzled, pondering. She doesn't believe me. Does she? Wondering. No one will believe me. "Oh No!" he screamed running toward the door in an effort to stop her. With in a few yards from the bin he saw her pulling the turkey's neck over the stump as she raised the ax. A voice came screaming in his head. "Wake up! Wake up!" Realizing someone was shaking him. "Wake up dear your having a bad dream." Realizing it was his wife and he had been sleeping. "I told you not to eat so much. You almost ate that whole turkey by yourself." she said, being concerned, patting his stomach. "I feel about as sick as that bird did before they cut his head off" He said. "Boy, what a dream." "Oh...so now you think your a butterball turkey" she said patting his tummy hard." "Don't do that dear" He said. "Please your making it worse." "Oh, I'm sorry" she said concerned. "Your such a beautiful thing." she said. "Your walk. Your talk. " Bobbing her head. "I could just kiss you." Giving him a smooch. "You know? That special day is almost here, my pretty one. Yes, and it's just for you... I'll try and not be cruel, I promise. It has to be done." sighing. "You'll forgive me won't you my sweet feathery one?" Putting his hand over his mouth he jumped off the bed and ran quickly toward the bathroom. Sitting up in the bed his wife called out. "Well I had to all the cooking but you didn't have to try and eat it all in one sitting." I guess he ate so much it was only a matter of time until he became a turkey, she thought to herself. Poor thing, next time I'll cook a smaller one. © 1999 Merlyn Hearn All rights reserved |
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Deep Blue Me Member
since 1999-11-04
Posts 396By a big lake |
Lots of fun, Mer. DB |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
A little late, but an interesting tale nonetheless Merl! |
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Dusk Treader
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since 1999-06-18
Posts 1187St. Paul, MN |
LOL, I'm a little bit late  Strange little story, but I liked it. Thanks for posting  < !signature-->"Human pride sings a vengeful song, inspired by the times you've been walked on" - Creed - "What If" [This message has been edited by Dusk Treader (edited 12-06-1999).] |
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