Birds of a Feather Flock Together (Thanksgiving 2011)
Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 8:22 pm
The morning sun blessed the city of Yew with a day of sunlight. The days had grown colder, which was not unusual for the month of October. With the sun melting the frost off the autumn flowers, Alvina decided it would be a perfect day to get things done.
She placed her apple pie into the oven then went to work sweeping the sand out of her bakery. With every swish of her broom, a cloud of dust flew into the air and was taken away by the autumn breeze.
Suddenly, Alvina's attention was distracted by a loud gobbling noise. She stared in amazement as a turkey marched up towards her.
"Oi....you crazy bird. What business hath you to leave the security of the forests and make your way to my bakery. You had best be leaving before my husband comes home and makes a meal out of thee! Shoo!!"
Alvina's broom tapped the backside of the turkey, but it would not depart. Instead, the bird flew up and began to peck and claw at Alvina.
"Shoo you wretched bird...what has gotten into you turkeys these days? Always want to start a fight do you?"
Alvina rushed into her bakery, slamming the door behind her as the turkey continued to claw at her wooden door.
"Well, I will have no more of that for one day", Alvina said as she removed her apple pie from the oven.
"Best not to leave it on the windowsill....it might attract more of those crazy birds".
Just as Alvina set the apple pie on the table in her bakery, the back door of the bakery was torn open, then quickly slammed shut. Alvina turned abruptly to see her husband doubled over, catching his breath.
"Good Heavens Donovan, you look white as a sheet." Alvira said as she rushed to her husband.
"There are turkeys everywhere out there. Small ones, large ones....." Donovan cried, still catching his breath.
"That's unusual. Must be something in the woods chasing them out to the village" replied Alvina.
"No....there is something strange about these foul birds. You can cull their numbers but they just keep multiplying. Then there are others with claws as sharp as dragon talons."
"Surely you jest, Donovan."
"No Alvina, they are the size of horses....these turkeys are not to be taken lightly. I fear what would happen if we leave the house" said Donovan.
Alvina's face turned as white as her husband's. She peered out the window of the bakery to see an army of birds tearing apart the forests of Yew.
That was enough to convince her. Quietly she drew the curtains, inched over to the door and locked it.
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She placed her apple pie into the oven then went to work sweeping the sand out of her bakery. With every swish of her broom, a cloud of dust flew into the air and was taken away by the autumn breeze.
Suddenly, Alvina's attention was distracted by a loud gobbling noise. She stared in amazement as a turkey marched up towards her.
"Oi....you crazy bird. What business hath you to leave the security of the forests and make your way to my bakery. You had best be leaving before my husband comes home and makes a meal out of thee! Shoo!!"
Alvina's broom tapped the backside of the turkey, but it would not depart. Instead, the bird flew up and began to peck and claw at Alvina.
"Shoo you wretched bird...what has gotten into you turkeys these days? Always want to start a fight do you?"
Alvina rushed into her bakery, slamming the door behind her as the turkey continued to claw at her wooden door.
"Well, I will have no more of that for one day", Alvina said as she removed her apple pie from the oven.
"Best not to leave it on the windowsill....it might attract more of those crazy birds".
Just as Alvina set the apple pie on the table in her bakery, the back door of the bakery was torn open, then quickly slammed shut. Alvina turned abruptly to see her husband doubled over, catching his breath.
"Good Heavens Donovan, you look white as a sheet." Alvira said as she rushed to her husband.
"There are turkeys everywhere out there. Small ones, large ones....." Donovan cried, still catching his breath.
"That's unusual. Must be something in the woods chasing them out to the village" replied Alvina.
"No....there is something strange about these foul birds. You can cull their numbers but they just keep multiplying. Then there are others with claws as sharp as dragon talons."
"Surely you jest, Donovan."
"No Alvina, they are the size of horses....these turkeys are not to be taken lightly. I fear what would happen if we leave the house" said Donovan.
Alvina's face turned as white as her husband's. She peered out the window of the bakery to see an army of birds tearing apart the forests of Yew.
That was enough to convince her. Quietly she drew the curtains, inched over to the door and locked it.
Archived topic from AOV, old topic ID:6083, old post ID:36570