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A Big Decision for Moocow
By Helen C. Downey
Saturday, November 12, 2005

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Can you imagine a turkey with the name of Moocow? Can you imagine a single turkey living with a group up uptight hens? Read and enjoy. A great story for Thanksgiving.

A Big Decision for Moocow



"Itís pretty hard living with all these females." thought moocow the turkey.

"I canít understand why they are in a little click. All the time they are always talking hen stuff!" muttering out loud to him self and shaking his head in wonder.

As he continued to grumble to him self he heard the hens cluttering up a storm. Out of curiosity he walked over to where the hens were. Instantly he saw that a fox had one hen cornered. The fox was tiny so Moocow decided that he would just puff up his chest and show this little fellow a lesson or two.

Moocow ran over to the tiny red fox from behind and grabbed him by his bushy tail and threw the little bugger off in to the bushes. The hens were now quiet. No one said a word. Moocow felt crushed that no one was thanking him, so he jus bent his head and began to walk slowly away.

"Stop! Stop!" cried out a few of the hens.

Moocow slowly turned around. He kept his head down just staring at the gravel while kicking some pebbles with his feet. He was just wondering what the hens had to say to him. They never had a nice word to say to him or even bother to speak to him.

"Oh, Moocow?" called out BigWhite.

"We really want to thank you Moocow for your brave actions."

Moocow looked up and replied, "Oh really now!"

"Yes we do. Itís not every day that a turkey defends a hen." BigWhite continued.

"We have no idea how to repay you for your good deed. Do you have any suggestions?"

A small squeaky voice emerged from the crowd of hens causing everyone to be silent once again. Moocow looked into the crowd with interest.

There was some pushing of other hens, and then emerged Tiny waving her wing high in the air. "I know what to do! I know a secret that I am sure that Moocow would be happy to hear about."

"Oh really, what kind of secret?" Moocow questioned.

Tiny was very excited about telling Moocow face to face but on her way through the herd of hens she tripped over BigWhiteís foot. She flew up in the air then slammed to the gravel, sliding towards Moocow. How embarrassing!

"Hi there Mr. Moocow, itís really nice to finally meet you." Tiny coughed as she tried to talk and get up at the same time. She began brushing the gravel off her tiny feathers. Grumbling about her mishap she excitedly said, "Excuse me for a minute sir; I canít talk while I am full of gravel."

"Okay now, thatís better. This secret you need to know is of most importance to you, especially since youíre the one the secret is about." Tiny stated, smiling bravely.

"Hmm, itís about me? What is it that is so secretive around here?" Moocow scratched his chin while wondering what this big secret could be. He displayed a small smile of amusement until he heard the next few words from Tiny.

"Well, for starters, it happens to be about Thanksgiving. Does that give you a clue?" Tiny stated calmly.

"ThanksgivingÖwell I am their favorite pet. You donít think they have thoughts of cooking me do you?" Moocow said sadly bit in a surprised voice.

"Yep! They sure do intend on cooking you buddy." Tiny squeaked.

Moocow became very sad, lowering his head and began to push around the gravel around with his feet. This was worse than being rejected by all the hens.

"If you donít believe me, just go by the kitchen window and listen to them planning it now. How they are going to fatten you up for the big day. Hurry, go now before they get done in the kitchen." Tiny said urgently and was starting to get out of breath from talking so fast.

Moocow thought about what Tiny had said and decided to go over to the kitchen window to hear for him self what was being said about fattening him up. He hid under the wide kitchen window in the bush. As he heard the loud talking Moocow took a deep breath hoping that his heart would stop pounding so loud. He needed to hear exactly what was being said. Finding a few crates he stacked two on top of each other then a single one in front of them. Now he was able to climb up the stacks of crates and listen closely to what was being said.

"Honey, you know we have turkey every year for Thanksgiving. So what is your problem with fattening up Moocow?" the master of the house asked.

"Well dear, we have had Moocow for two years now and he is our favorite pet. Canít you find another unknown turkey for the big day?" cried his wife.

"We have no choice in the matter. He was bought for only one purpose, not to be a life time pet!" argued the master.

Moocowís eyes widened and his legs began to shake while the crates ratlled. His feathers were being tugged at, but by whom. Looking down he saw Tiny smiling up with a dirty face.


Tiny motioned for Moocow to bend down to her level. As Moocow lowered his head to reach Tinyís face, Tiny whispered, "Moocow, why donít you just run away? They can get another turkey to fatten up. When the holiday is over Iíll come to get you, but youíll have to let me know where you will be hiding out. What do you say Moocow?"

Moocow thought hard about what was being suggested. He looked in the kitchen window again and heard the master still arguing with his weeping wife. He needed to make a big decision and soon. Another tug on his feathers was felt.

"Come on Moocow, letís get you packed and on your way before they get you." said Tiny. "We have no time to waste, itís now or youíre be dinner!"

"Okay! Okay! I have no choice at this time. I will write the masterís wife that I will be back the day after Thanksgiving so she wonít worry about me. Iíll give you the note and you slip it into her pocket when she comes to feed you. Will you do that for me?" Moocow said nervously.

"Sure, thatís no problem at all. Letís get you ready and on your way." said Tiny.

Moocowís legs were so shaky he missed his step and fell off the two crates to the ground. Tiny started to laugh and said, "Now you are as dirty as I am, only a bigger mess."

Helping Moocow up and after brushing off his lower feathers that he could reach, Tiny suggested that they hurry. Off to the barn they both scurried. Tiny gave Moocow a back pack filled will enough corn for the next few weeks that he would be gone. Moocow was busy writing his note to the masterís wife. How he would miss her, she gave him hugs, pet him, and made him feel loved and wanted. After wiping his tears away he gave the note to Tiny then she put the back pack over Moocowís shoulders. Bending down, Moocow hugged the tiny hen and thanked her for her kindness. It was at this time that he told her a secret. It was where he would be hiding out until after Thanksgiving.

Moocow arrived back to the Masterís farm the day after Thanksgiving early in the morning when the sun was just peeking over the horizon so that he could surprise the masterís wife. She was there in the court yard feeding that herd of stuffy hens. Slowly he walked up to her and nudged her behind. She let out a squeal and jumped about two feet. Turning around to see who in the world did that to her she caught sight of Moocow. Her arms wrapped around his neck making him almost loose consciousness.

"Cough, cough. Sputter, sputter." Moocow pleaded as he tried to get her attention with his wing.

"Oh, Moocow, I am so happy you are back. I never told anyone that you ran away. I told them some one stole you." Then she kissed him on the cheek and hugged him again. He was home and happy.




©HCD 9/27/2005

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Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado 11/12/2005
delightful write, helen; very well done! thanks for sharing this cute story!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :D

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