He was right it was November twenty-seventh. Oh dear, oh dear! I new I was the fatest turkey in the barn. What would he do to me would he rost me, fri me, chop me up and put me on little plastist plates. Could I run, nope too slow, call for my mommy and dady, nope not here. What would I do! I went to the barn for my last meal of my life. I layed down, and tried to go to sleep so I would not feel the pain. Then I felt him pick me up and take me into the house. He dropped me on the stove. Now all he had to do was turn the knob!
Ahh, I yelled it was just a bad dream!
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3 comments:
Whew! That was a close call!
Good thing that was just a dream!
That sounds more like a nightmare!
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