Yesterday I saw a turkey waiting for the bus. Very calmly, it stepped up on the curb and paced under the sign, neck bobbing. The driver declined to stop, but remarked, “He’s lucky it isn’t November!” That got me thinking: Poor turkey. It can’t be fun when your whole identity is wrapped up in someone’s dinner.
So, I decided to see if there were any books that gave turkeys a break from Thanksgiving. There weren’t many, but there were a few. For instance:
In Gobble Gobble Crash: a Barnyard Counting Bash, turkeys crash the chicken coop, egging on the five laughing geese and waking up everyone else… including the farmer. In Captain Small Pig, a turkey goes out on a boat. In I’m a Turkey!, a wild turkey raps about life in his flock.
I don’t know – if I were a turkey, I think I’d prefer partying over Thanksgiving. You think?