A time to be thankful
|By OPAL "GRANDMA" HABISCH|
Hello, my name is Lucky Turkey. The safest place for me to live is on a farm because I have good food and a nice place to sleep, with lots of straw.
I think a place that isn't safe for a turkey like me is in the woods. Hunters hunt there and they kill turkeys to put on their Thanksgiving table to eat for dinner.
One day, I was out eating in the farmyard, and I heard a big noise. I ran to my house to hide under my nest, and I covered my head with straw.
The next day, I was out in the yard again and I heard more big noises. I thought about all those poor turkeys that were getting shot in the woods by the hunters. I thanked God that I live at a nice home, where they don't want me on their Thanksgiving table.
Boys and girls, this story was written by my 11-year-old granddaughter, with my help. I hope you have a happy Thanksgiving Day.
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