SSS Week Thirteen: A Turkey's View

To save you and I both the extra time, I will not begin a long paragraph or two of excuses as to why I never posted anything. The cause was a mixture of different small reasons that I will not trouble you, reader mine, with.

Now, today's Short Story Sunday prompt is very basic:

Write a story about Thanksgiving. 

My story is based on a writing project I did for school last year around this festive time. I reread my short story from the terribly penned, crumpled notebook paper, did a major edit, and added new parts. So, technically this story is new. And technically this story is old. 

It's sort of like that old wedding saying: "Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue," only without the two last bits.

So, without further ado, "A Turkey's View" *mentally points out my unintentional rhyme*:



In a 2016 interview conducted by the TBC (Tori Broadcasting Corporation), dozens of American turkeys were asked their opinions concerning Thanksgiving. These are some of the responses we received.

*Footnote: The names and locations of the interviewees involved have not been mentioned for their own protection.*

I. "Preposterous. Simply preposterous. It's all a load of cow poop if you ask me."

II. -said between sniffs- "I just... I don't understand h-how someone could be so... so... monstrous. Why us? Why turkeys? Why single us out? Y-you don't see a holiday where people start chopping up pigs, now do you?... Some people don't even eat pigs..."

III. "The food's nice."

IV. "I have one thought, and only one thought: Run. Don't matter who you are. Just run. Flee for your life... and hide. Hiding's good, too. By the time Black Friday comes 'round, everyone will be too busy eating leftovers to remember you. You'll be safe for another year."

V. "Thanksgiving? Well, I heard some rumours 'bout it. Ya'know. Rumours that range anywhere from heaven to... well, the other place. Chickens say it's a slaughterhouse. Dirty old witches. Pigs say it's a day where there's a big feast. Mice say they're gonna rule the world one day. Them mice always say that when asked a question. Dunno what it really is. But I heard it's got something to do with mashed potatoes."

VI. "I lost me mother to Thanksgiving."

VII. "I feel sorry for the poor turks who get caught the Monday before. They think they have three more days of freedom left." -shakes head- "Poor kids."

VIII. "Look, just because I'm from Turkey, it doesn't mean I am one! We don't even celebrate Thanksgiving!"

IX. One of the turkeys involved entered into a fit of rage at simply the mention of the holiday and was unable to answer the questions provided by the interviewer. However, we are listing his actions because we believe it speaks for itself.

X. "My favourite's before, when they start fattening us up. Good grub, I'll tell ya that. It's difficult to run, sure, all bloated and what not, but all you have to do is run faster than another turkey. That's my motto in life."

XI. "I heard some stories about it, but never really experienced it. The old man here, he's a vegetarian-- whatever that is. Every year, though, he packs up some of us in cages and a truck comes by and picks us up. I heard they were going to a party."

XII. "Gobble gobble. Gobble gobble gobble gobble. Gobble. Gobble gobble Thanksgiving gobble gobble. Gog-gobble. Gobble gobble gobble gobble gobble."

Interviewer: "Yes, yes. Very good."

Interviewer's Assistant: "What did he say?"

Interviewer: "Don't know. I don't speak turkey."