Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

Amanda wrote a little plea for, if she were a turkey, why she shouldn't be eaten for Thanksgiving. Enjoy!

"Hi. My name is Bitter Badder. As you can see, I am very bitter and bad. When I heard that the farmer was picking the turkey for Thanksgiving dinner I had quite a hissy fit. I've got a couple reasons I shouldn't be the one to be chosen.
One, I'm not the fattest in the coop, so why choose me? I would provide less meat and less flavor (except for bitterness) than the fattest turkey would. I'm only the size of a chicken while the biggest is as big as a pig.
Two, I constantly am exercising, causing me to be smaller than the others who just lay around (boring) and eat disgusting chicken feed (yuk). I only eat berries (non-poisonous) and corn (freshly picked) to stay much healthier. Finally, I am an athlete turkey. I have a treadmill in my coop to run on, so, I am quite a fast runner. I can't outrun a bullet, but thanks to very good hearing I can run away before it is even shot.
So, that's all I can say, but don't go telling my secret. As I said, I have good hearing, so don't even try it."



(I wish my hearing were that good!!!)

Happy Birthday Uncle Tom :)