I am a light brown turkey and I weigh 55 pounds. I also have small, blue eyes and wings with red tips at the end. One side of my wings is burned because one of my owner's kids accidently pushed me near their fire and got one side burned. But, I'll say it was my fault because I stood so close, well, about a foot away from the fire. Lucky it was just my wing, and not my body. Otherwise I wouldn't be here. Oh! One more thing about me that you should know, I can hear and understand what is being said.

I live on a farm out in the country with my owner and his wife, plus their two children. There's a lot of other animals on the farm, like the horse, cow, mule, dog and cat. Before I forget to mention, there's a rooster and hen, some relation to me, and there's about 15 of us turkeys and 10 chickens. So, we're really all a big family. I stay with my best friend, Snapper, the youngest turkey, because she is so much fun to stay with and she really knows a lot. The children named her Snapper because for a few days when she first arrived she would always make snapping noises. So, that's how she got her name.

My owner feeds us every morning right at 8:00 AM. He is one great owner. He never did raise his voice at us, like he did to the others. That's what I like about him, his kindness and gentleness.

I guess I've said enough on that part. Thanksgiving is in two more weeks and I'm getting real jumpy and nervous because my owner and his wife were talking about killing one of us turkeys and selling it. And I've got this weird feeling way inside that it's going to be me.

Later. Of all the crazy things I did, eavesdropping on my owner and his wife is the worst I could do, but I just couldn't help it. I needed to know what was going on. And they both did decide to get rid of me. What a bummer! I thought I would be here forever, but I guess I was wrong. I have all sorts of crazy ideas of what to do. Maybe I should run away, but to where? I have no idea where to go. Even though I'm scared I've got to face this on my own.

Two days later I went to say goodbye to my friends before I got into the back of the truck. I'm very sad now, and I have tears in my eyes, although no one can see them. I don't want to leave. But, I have to. I really don't have any other choice, but to rock on. I wonder if there will be a heaven for me? I have no Idea till I find out. After all, if there's a heaven for the humans, maybe there is one for us?

By: Marcia George