It’s what’s for dinner

“How’d he get out?” Lucas inspected the latched gate, its ancient lock covered in a thick, green patina.

“That’s the mystery,” Cameron said, trying to herd a full-grown turkey back toward its pen.

“They can fly, you know,” Perry gladly watched the fracas from afar.

“Domestic birds can’t fly,” Cameron frantically gestured to Lucas to open the gate.

“That tom is totally wild and flies just fine,” Perry climbed on the pen fence for a better view.

“How’re we supposed to keep him penned up then?” Lucas wrestled open the rusty latch.

“We don’t,” Perry said. “We’re gonna eat him.”

Inspiration: Turkey
Fain and/or Gladly
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Inspiration: Rusty gate

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