' Son what are you doing ? asked his mother .

The boy looked up and smiled ,' I'm waiting on the turkey comes pass this hill every morning going gobble gobble burp .' he'd then  told her watching . And waiting to see a turkey .

' Son a turkey doesn't go burp .'

' This one does .' She decided her cleaning could wait she had to see this turkey her son was talking about , they lived on a farm and saw lots of animals even some that came out of the woods .Then as they'd to sat and waited over a small hill nearby they saw something in fact that move and it made that sound .' Gobble gobble burp.'

' Is that your bb gun ? Let me have it I know what that is ,' she'd told her son telling him not to be nervous neither .He wasn't .He smiled at her . He didn't want her to worry now .It was Thanksgiving after all .

She aimed the gun and fired the turkey that was making that sound was not a turkey at all , they went too see who it was too and found his father there instead he was holding a bottle in one hand .

' Your wrong this time mom,' her son said ,'  still is a turkey drinking how disappointing father .' She nodded and drop the gun .She grabbed her son and told him don't look .It was the foulest bird of all .

' C'mon son let's go enjoy our turkey dinner I think your father had his .'

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