The Turkey-Sheep

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Jeez, stomach, I thought. Gimme a break, alright? I wrenched my small eyes open, and gave in to my stomach's pestering. I waddled over to my food tray, and bent down, and began to nibble, then eventually wolfed down whatever was left.
  My companions were still asleep. We were in our hut on Arnold Cattlehat's turkey farm. Yeah, that's right. I'm a turkey. A fat one. And my "companion's" were just the same.
  "Hey, Herbert!" Arnold called to me, seeing that I was awake, and full. "Get you and that big belly of yours over here!"
  You guessed it. Herbert Humphrey's my name. I know turkeys don't usually have names, let alone last names, but Arnold gave one to all of us. Anyway, I'm known all over turkey civilisation for my big, round, fluffy belly.
  I waddled over to him to see what he wanted. I let out a squawk at what I saw. Next to him were a chubby couple, looking for Christmas dinner.
  "Here he is," Arnold told them, waggling a long finger in my direction. "Herbert Humphrey, our biggest, fattest, meatiest turkey. I ain't gonna sell 'im to ya if ya don't pay up well. I worked hard to get 'im like this, and I ain't gonna be givin' him away that easily."
  The couple exchanged a few calm and knowing glances, and the lady said, "Oh, that won't be a problem. Does... a hundred and fifty dollars sound good to you?"
  "Heck, yeah!"
  "Great. Could you have him cooked and wrapped by Friday evening?" she asked, smiling.
  "Sure as heck, I can," Arnold agreed. The lady pulled a full-looking wallet out of her purse, and pulled out a few crisp-looking green dollar notes, and put them to Arnold's waiting hands. He smiled with glee at the couple as he wrote out a receipt and watched as they left in their beautiful, expensive, black Sedan.
  I stood there, trying to make sense of it all, while Arnold ran to the house, and into his kitchen, probably going to grab a pointy, sharp little thing that I call a knife. 
  "Oh, Herbert!" he called. "Come and get your treaties!" 
  The only treat I was going to get was a knife to the fluffy throat.No way, you fool, I thought. You're gonna kill me and roast me and wrap me up tight and hand me over to people that'll eat me.
  I waddled as fast as I could to the turkey hut, jumped up onto one of the boxes Arnold had stored there -and had never brought them back out, probably forgetting why they were there in the first place- and I started pecking as hard and as fast as I could at the roof. Slowly, it cracked, and created an opening big enough for an overweight turkey to escape through. I decided to let the other turkeys get away first. Once they were all out, I quickly followed after them, and climbed up onto the roof. I looked out, and found that we were right beside a country road, that people rarely used.
 The turkeys hopped off, and left. I hopped off of the roof, and landed on the road with a thud. I got to my feet, and looked around.
  "Gob-gob-gobble-gobble-gobble!" I squawked. In case you don't have a Turkey-English dictionary at hand, that meant 'I'm free! I'm free! I'm free, free, free!'
  As I was looking around, I saw a sheep field just up the road. Harry Bean's sheep field. He doesn't kill or roast his sheep. The only thing he does to them is feed them and sell their wool.
  I got a brilliant idea.
  I waddled quickly up the street in the opposite direction, and came to a few stores. I wandered into the local clothes store, and quickly snatched a white, woolly jumper, and a woolly hat that resembled a sheep's face.
  I quickly left the store, and slipped the items on. I waddled back down the road in my new outfit, and went all the way up to the sheep field. Harry wasn't there, and the sheep were locked in the field. I used my wings to fly over the fence, and went over to the sheep.
  "Yo, sheep-o!" I shouted to them. They understood me, because Turkey-speak is also Sheep-speak, and that is also Every-Animal-speak.
  "I'm the new turkey-sheep!" I told them. "You better prepare... Because the King of All Awesomeness is comin' y'all's way!"

  From then on, I lived as a turkey-sheep. I had a few problems with Harry Bean, constantly trying to shave my clothes, but that eventually worked out okay.
  It's a mighty good thing that he's half-blind!

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