A Thanksgiving Story
A Norman Rockwell Painting
This is my first attempt at writing a children’s story. I wrote it while killing time in a Washington, D.C. suburb two years ago. Since it didn’t elicit much interest then, I gave it some thought and made some revisions. Hopefully, it was for the better. Happy Thanksgiving to all!
Mr. Smith had a farm in Kentucky. He raised turkeys. There were twenty-one of them.
Mighty Ben was a trouble-maker among the turkeys. He was big and strong and walked as if he owned the place. He had two buddies. One of them was Tricky Dick. The other was Eddie Boy. Together, they ruled over the roost.
Mr. Smith fed his turkeys early in the morning after he had his first cup of coffee. He loved to see them scramble for their meal. Mighty Ben, Tricky Dick, and Eddie Boy always ended up gobbling more than their fare share, leaving the others with less to eat. This posed a problem for Mr. Smith. He thought something must be done about it.
Given their aggressive behaviour, it was no surprise that Mighty Ben, Tricky Dick, and Eddie Boy grew fatter and bigger than the rest of the turkeys. Mighty Ben stood out, most especially, with his legs becoming so plump and round.
On Thanksgiving Day, Mr. Smith’s relatives came to visit. Mrs. Smith prepared for the guests a sumptuous dinner complete with turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce, and pumpkin pie. Everyone enjoyed Mrs. Smith’s cooking. The turkey became an instant hit. It was Mighty Ben with his legs so plump and round.
The morning after Thanksgiving, Mr. Smith went to feed his turkeys as usual. He didn’t see them rushing wildly for their food this time. He wondered what was the matter until he heard them speak.
“I’m going on a diet,” said Tricky Dick.
“Me, too!” said Eddie Boy.
“We’re all going on a diet!” said the rest of the turkeys.
Upon hearing the turkeys, Mr. Smith could only shake his head.
“Oh well, it must be a case of Thanksgiving hangover,” he muttered, as he went back to the house.