Just as mom took the turkey out of the oven, the unbelievable happened. As she took it out the turkey started talking saying “please don’t eat me, please don’t eat me”. Next thing you know mom fainted. I ran and grabbed the turkey, and ran upstairs and locked him in my room. I ran back in the kitchen, and when I poured water on her she didn’t remember a thing. She said “why is there water on the floor”? I said “I’ll explain later”. The next thing you know the door bell rings. OH NO! I yelled inside me, we don’t have a thanksgiving turkey! Then Uncle Doug and Aunt Mellisa, and my cousins walked in. Then all the sudden I heard a “gobble, gobble, gobble”. Uncle Doug said “what was that”? I said ” oh that was just Dalton my little brother he wants too try to trick you’ll. Then showed up dad then Uncle Terry, and Aunt Brandy with my cousins. Then my grandma (granny) and my grandpa (papa) showed up. When all the grown ups sat down, the kids went to play outside, I went to my room and slowly opened the door. When I got the door opened I saw the turkey laying on the floor. When the turkey saw me he said “hi.” I went to my bed and sat down. I said “how are you still alive if we baked you already,” then he said “well I learned a trick on how to stay alive.” Then I said “I need to show you to everybody,” the turkey said “ok,” but you can’t eat me, “ok” I said. I put the turkey right outside my bedroom door and ran down stairs. I said “everyone listen, I have to show you all something, wait here.” I ran up stairs grabbed the turkey and ran back down. When I got back down, I said “ok, I know this looks funny but it’s for a reason.” I told them the story and they surprisingly believed me. We had other food instead, and the talking turkey became a part of the family, we even named him Bert.