I haven’t posted a First Flash in months. So, in partial compensation, I offer these Thanksgiving tales. The first is something I tossed up on Facebook earlier today. The second is a story I told my sons a couple of nights ago before bed. I hope you enjoy them. And, for those of you who celebrate this particular holiday, Happy Thanksgiving.
Overheard at the Farm on Wednesday Morning
“Gobble, gobble, gobble! Gobble, gobble, gob-”
A cow leans over the stockade rail. “Ha! That’s right buddy! Try laughing your feather butt off at us now!”
Turkeys in Flight
There were only ten turkeys left in the barn. Ten turkeys wide awake in terror in the middle of the night. Because they knew. When the sun came up, the farmer would come for them.
But they weren’t going to be there. They had been planning their escape for weeks. They had even talked about where they wanted to go after they were free. They had drawn pictures in the dirt of New York and Disneyworld and Niagara Falls. One even wanted to go to Egypt to see the pyramids. The others had laughed at that.
But there was no laughing now. Now it was time. The turkeys pried open the board they had loosened and looked out across the barren corn field. Then they took off, running in a line as fast as they could for the fence. They had no idea what they would do about the fence. Dig under it, maybe. They would figure it out when they got there.
Halfway across the field they triggered a motion sensor and floodlights blazed on. In the distance, Dagger, the farmer’s dog, leapt up on the porch. He was after them in a flash, bellowing the alarm as he raced across the dirt.
The turkeys reached the fence. They had less than a minute before Dagger would be upon them. Not enough time to dig. They could not fly even the short distance it would take to clear the fence. The farmer had seen to that.
“Pyramid!” screamed the one that wanted to go to Egypt. “Form a pyramid!”
There was no time for debate. No one had another idea anyway.
Four formed the bottom row. Three climbed up. Two climbed up on them and discovered they could almost step over the fence from that height. The last climbed up and toppled over to the other side in surprise, landing in a heap.
The next two jumped and landed on top of it. They all started gobbling and screeching at the others. Dagger was so close they could see the moonlight shining off his teeth.
The next three jumped. They flapped their feeble wings and it was just enough to carry them over the top.
The last four looked back at Dagger’s bulky, muscular body hurtling at them. They could not jump high enough off the ground. They glanced at each other.
Dagger skidded and crashed into the fence. He toppled back, stunned by the impact.
The four turkeys landed on him and jumped again as high as they could. They flapped as hard as they could.
They just made it.
Ten turkeys stood on the opposite side of the fence from Dagger. They laughed and made faces at him, for he had always been a terrible bully to them.
Then they walked off into the forest, free as could be. And as they vanished into the shadows, one asked, “Say, just which way is Egypt anyway?”