While visiting my Japanese friend in the town next door I started hanging out with a turkey there. Turkeys are ugly as sin but they have great personalities and aren’t scared like chickens, so I spent a lot of time feeding it and basically just hanging out with him.
Unfortunately, we met a short time before thanksgiving, and since Turkey is African, he had no idea that my thoughts had started turning towards eating him and not just hanging out.
So after a few months of hanging out with Turkey, we could no longer be friends because I had to kill him. It was too bad, because we had some great times, but he also tasted good. The worst part was having to kill him, which I was ready to do, but at the last minute I had to let a neighbor do it because I had an appointment to get to.
Happy very belated Thanksgiving.
January 5, 2009 at 2:49 pm
And New Year too, I suppose.
January 6, 2009 at 1:10 am
man that’s cold. he thought you wuz his fren after you bought him all those drinks
January 6, 2009 at 3:49 pm
ohh man if that turkey new what was coming to him, he may have run for his life! at least he was good. we missed you at thanksgiving!
January 14, 2009 at 4:44 pm
I remember that once grandma Susy, gave us a little chicken and we had it with us for months. More than food, she was our pet, I think that we even named her.
The thing is that when it was ‘ready’ to be eaten, we could not do it and gave her back to grandma Susy. Who, a couple of weeks later, when I was completely forgotten about it, she brought us a Sunday lunch, like she usually did, since money was really a problem those days. It was spaghettis with chicken and potato salad which is a typical Sunday lunch in Panama… It was delicious.
I never saw the chicken again… I wonder, what might happen to her. If she’d still alive, she will be like your age… Gaby, or maybe a couple of months older…
January 15, 2009 at 4:09 am
that’s a cool little memory dad. When I get back to the US I might raise chickens. I really like them, plus eventually they’ll start giving me eggs.