' Mom is that a turkey I hear ? ' ask her son .

' No that's just your father mad when his football team loses that's the sound he makes ,gobble gobble .'she told her son as they listened to his own father the way he was sounding .He listened to his father .

' Another touchdown and so they lose again,' the announcer said as his father started yelling word her son didn't want too repeat .Even his mother didn't want him to repeat those words his father just spoke .

' Your right mother he does sound like a turkey this time of year .'

They happened too live on a farm  it was that time of day he had too go find a turkey for dinner  even the turkeys were picking on him .Then he started chasing after them but fell in the pigpen he dropped the gun as the boy and mother came out .

' Don't say nothing ,' he reached for his wallet and threw her his credit card and said go out and buy dinner and bring it home .

' This time I'm the one with mud in my eye .'

end