TAKE YOUR PICK: HOME RAMBLINGS BLOG READ THE FAQ MAILING LIST THA' ARCHIVE PHOTOS, ETC. GUESTBOOK ABOUT CELINE SEARCH SITE EMAIL CELINE FUN STUFF: FREE GRAPHICS MY RADIO STATION JIGSAW PUZZLES DAILY CARTOON RIDDLES/JOKES SEND AN E-CARD LINK TO HERE IWANTALIFE.COM 1769 Copyright © 2002-4 Celine the Rambling Queen. All rights reserved.		| Saturday February 04 2012 13:57:07 EST | Celine the Rambling Queen's... Home of the all-too-true Tango the Wonder Kitty and Purple Plaything tales! Tell A Friend About This Story! Type In Your Name: Type In Your E-mail: Your Friend's E-mail: Your Comments: Receive copy:  A Turkey of a Story By Celine, written when she was a teenager, somewhere around 1988 to 1990 There once was a turkey named Turk. Turk was a tough turk. He was so tough that no one was able to hold him down long enough to kill him for their Thanksgiving turkey. One day, Turk was turking around the barnyard with the rest of the turkeys when these big, bad men came to get the turkeys for Thanksgiving. One of the men was especially intent on getting Turk because the man knew of Turk's reputation of being a tough turk. Turk was used to being chased, but this man was the fastest man he had ever met. He had come TOO CLOSE to catching him. The the man CAUGHT TURK!!! Poor Turk. He was destined to have stuffing stuffed up his behind, and to be eaten as leftovers until next Thanksgiving. As Turk was being taken away, all the other barnyard animals laughed and pointed, saying that Turk wasn't so tough after all. Turk felt like crying. Don't you? Then Turk got an idea! He turned to the man who had caught him and said, "Gee, you're such a nice man. I want to be your turkey for Thanksgiving. Will you take me home so I can meet your family?" So the man took Turk home. The man told this family that they were going to eat Turk for Thanksgiving. The man's youngest daughter didn't like that idea, because she thought Turk was a cute turkey and didn't really feel like eating him. So she started chewing out her dear ol' dad. "How could you even think about eating him? What did he ever do to you?!?" And with that she took Turk from her dad and stormed out of the house. She took Turk back to the barnyard where he belonged, so Turk could be happy. But as she began to leave, she started crying because she knew she would miss Turk. But Turk told her, "Hey, you can always come and visit me!" The little girl agreed that she would and left. Turk was once again free from the evil of the outside world. So he decided to celebrate with a few shots o' Wild Turkey whiskey, and from then on he was known as, you guessed it, Tipsy Turk! So, friends, thus concludes our story for today. I am sorry to say there is no moral, but since this story was so dumb I feel that it didn't deserve one.