Fantasies

Tacky Who Turns to Twighlight

Would you like to read a story about my turkey who went jittery on Thanksgiving? Well, if you are, you are on the right track. Tacky, my turkey was a nervous wreck on the night before Thanksgiving. He had a terrible, horrible, and I mean an awful nightmare. (I thought it was pretty funny.) You probably are wondering how I know this, right? This is kind of hard to explain, but Tacky told me! Wait, don’t turn the page, just read the story! Tacky woke up and glanced around. The bright, golden sun blinded his eyes. He waddled up to the window and glanced around at the backyard. "Gobble, gobble, what a beautiful day," exclaimed Tacky. Suddenly, the beautiful day turned into a gloomy, ghastly day. Oh, no it was Thanksgiving. "What about the poor turkeys all over America. What will happen to them? Actually, what will happen to me?" cried poor Tacky. Tacky started running across the room and started to gobble loudly. "Would you be quiet for once and stop gobbling nuisance!" I yelled at Tacky. "I wasn’t being that loud and anyway, it’s 8:30 in the morning, you usually wake up at 8 o’clock !" muttered the turkey. "Wait, isn’t today Thanksgiving?" I asked. "Yes, and all of those turkeys out there are going to die!" gobbled Tacky sadly. "Yippee! We’ll have turkey for dinner!" I exclaimed as I got out of bed. " Tacky gasped and choked on the words as he said, "You mean me!" "Well, maybe it could be you!" I said with an evil grin. "No, please not me!" cried Tacky as he ran downstairs. I giggled and said to myself, "What has gotten onto that turkey!" I went downstairs to have breakfast, when I heard a rustle of what sounded like feathers. As I opened the closet, I saw a yellow beak. "Come on out, you silly old turkey!" I said sternly. "I thought you couldn’t see me!" replied Tacky in a muffled tone. I just shook head and tugged Tacky downstairs. When we reached downstairs Tacky quickly said, "I don’t want any breakfast, so please would you let me go outside." Glad to get rid of the troublesome turkey I replied, "Yes, if you can promise me that you won’t get in any more trouble!" He answered that, "I promise that I won’t get into trouble!" I fixed myself some cereal and sat down to eat. Everything was quiet until when I started to go upstairs. There was a soft noise that sounded like a hose. I thought to myself, "That little turkey promised not to get in trouble, so I won’t bother with him anymore!" I went to my room and started to read a book. Crash, clang! Now, the noise was getting too serious, but I said to myself, "I’ll give him one more chance and if he blows it, I’ll see what is happening." When I started to read to the next chapter to the book then……CRASH, BANG! I knew that Tacky was up to something now. I looked out the window and was horrified. There was Tacky covered in purple dye. I raced downstairs and opened the back door. He yelled quite happily, "Now, you can’t eat me!" I stared at him disbelief and amazement. Birds and squirrels surrounded him. They were laughing at Tacky and soon enough, Tacky was miserable as a wet dog. I yelled "That’s what you get for covering yourself with purple dye!" After, the commotion was settled down and I had given him a bath, I laughed and laughed. Tacky tossed his head in a snobby way and marched upstairs. I could tell you he is a proud turkey! While he was going upstairs I yelled up to him, " Now, we have to change your name in to Twilight the Turkey!" That was the end of the Tacky’s Nightmare. If you don’t believe it’s true ask any purple colored turkey if he was Tacky! He will probably say yes if he is in a good mood. Also, I advise all turkeys around America to get purple dye because they might not be eaten or maybe will…… The End