A/N: I didn't put much thought into this short story. I thought of everything though, so all of the ideas In this story are original. Thanks for taking your time to probably read the worst short story I've ever written in my life. And keep In mind that all of my short stories bad and that I suck at writing. You may continue reading my first short story on Wattpad.

TᕼE ᒪIᖴE Oᖴ ᗩ TᑌᖇKEY

"OK guys. This is the plan. When the farmer comes out, we all jump on him. Fred, you aim for the head. Joe and Josh, you guys will aim for the legs. Sophie, you go after the left arm, and Rose you go after the right arm. When the farmer lands on the ground, I will stuff the apple in his mouth," I said to my fellow turkey friends.

"But I want to do the right side Luke," Sophie said.

"OK fine. Sophie you do the right, and Rose, you do the left," I told the whining Sophie. We all broke out of our huddle. I wanted to make sure that nobody got eaten today for a thanksgiving feast. As soon as we all got into our normal positions, the farmer walked out of the house, the door banging close after him. He had a giant ax in his right hand, and was walking straight towards my friends and I.

The farmer soon got closer to our pen. He walked in and was about to grab Joe's neck. We all gave each other looks and I screeched, "GET HIM!!!!!" We all went into our plan. Joe and Josh grabbing on the farmers legs. Fred jumping up and grabbing ahold of the farmers head. Sophie and Rose jumping up to grab the farmers fingers and arms. The farmer made a loud thump on the ground.

I climbed up onto him and stuffed the shinny red apple into his mouth. And let me tell you, the farmers face was priceless. His eyes were bulging out of his head, and his face was a deep scarlet red. I swear if I were to take the apple out of his mouth, he would be screaming out of fear. Our luck soon ran out as a women started running towards us, screaming her head off.

She grabbed the ax that was dropped by the farmer and started slashing it through the air. My turkey friends and I screamed out multiple gobbles. "Woah there lady! We just don't want to die!" I said.

The woman stopped screaming and looked confused at me. "How can you talk?" She said.

"Uhhhhmmm...," I started saying, "Because we are special turkeys and don't deserve to get eaten?"

"Frank," the lady said to the farmer, "I think we should stick to eating the cows for thanksgiving. I believe we're going to get famous now that we have talking turkeys." You wouldn't believe how relieved I was knowing that the cow was going to be thanksgiving dinner and not me and my friends.

And that was my first thanksgiving. And you wouldn't believe how famous I got the day after. I was voted the first Turkey President! How cool is that?

THE END

A/N: I hope you enjoyed my short story.

-Madelyn