New Tradition

Turkeys shuffle about, strolling around the farm. Each passing morning, one day sounding the alarm, Who would it be this year Sally, Ted, or Mom? However, this season was secured, ready for farmer Tom. Thanksgiving was on the horizon, they were conniving. Fred the youngest Turkey, had a plan he was comprising Fred, now the leader of clan, grab farmer Tom right now. Threw him down on the ground, hypnotized him and how. Prepared words for that day, he said Tom you want Cow. Beef tasted better, more then any flapping turkey or sow. He looked deep into farmer Toms eyes and said very quick. Start a new tradition, skewer the meat, and grill on a stick. Your family is much bigger, needing more protein to eat. Look at all these pigs and turkeys, they will never defeat. So lean and minuscule, families hunger will never be beat. Now get up and butcher a cow, time for family to meet. This began a new tradition, for this time of year of cheer. Next Thanksgiving time, Fred would hypnotize for deer. Turkeys danced and sang; Fred kept his pride sincere. So look out next year, farmer Tom, Deer hunting, is clear.