Dear Former Farmer,

I have just heard from the cow who heard from the horse who heard from the spider who heard from the mice living in your kitchen, that I am on the Thanksgiving menu. I don’t know, I thought I was your favorite? I thought we had a special bond? I guess not. Ohh, so you think I am fat, well then. For a matter of fact it’s like I practically run the farm. For example, you now when I am running franticly outside of my pen. Thats me scaring off all the worms. They’re scary little things. Then, you know when I was in you house because I escaped out of the fence? I was cleaning your dishes, (sorry for breaking all your dishes). Then you know when there was all those holes in your perfect lawn that you called it your baby? I was trying to find gold to make you rich! But I didn’t find any gold. See you need me, what would you do without me? DON’T EAT ME PLEASE!! But you can eat Billy, he kind of creeps me out.  

Sincerely

Margret the Turkey