Turkey's Day

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This story was our Thanksgiving themed one, and since the whole school had to go on lock down we got to choose out own prompts from the ones listed. 

This was the moment.

This was when things were going to change. This was when all of his race would be a step closer to being freed.

"Gobble Gobble," The turkey addressed those who were confined in these cages with him, "Gobble gobblegobble, gobble Gob....ble...."

None of the other turkeys were paying attention. They did not believe in him. Many had tried to escape from the prison where so many had been harvested for the humans to munch on during their celebration, but they had always been caught. There was no hope for them. This is why turkeys were brought here. To be eaten.

Our dear turkey friend plastered determination on his face, hope in his eyes, and his goal in his mind. He turned towards the bars of his cage, just as a human was coming to open it to take another one of the feathered beasts to the slaughter. 

Our turkey friend got close to the bars, as though he wanted to be picked from the flock of feathers. The human fumbled with the lock.

Then the door opened. 

Our turkey didn't give the human any time to react. As soon as he could fit through, he flew out into the open. But freedom was not yet his.

He flapped his wings and half-flew half-ran towards the light of the outside, just past the doors or the large, dark metal room they were kept. Oh, how he wanted to bathe in the sunlight, how he wanted breathe in deep gulps of the fresh air he was not allowed in this musty prison. He pressed on, determined to get the life he was never allowed.

The human yelled something in their strange language, and then the turkey heard the steps like thunder coming from the stampede of humans.

The turkey went faster. 

The light was coming closer and closer. He could feel the the cool wind from the outside, a contrast to the heat he was feeling now. His small heart thundered in his ears (something he wasn't entirely sure he had) and head, pounding to the rhythm of his quick steps. His wings beat against his body, pushing him forwards.

He could not see what was going on behind him, but he heard the humans grow closer. He would not waste this opportunity, throw away the life he was meant to live bye looking back at the commotion. He pressed on as fast as he could, just a foot or so away from the open doors. He could see the green grass, the trees, the blue of the sky. There were so many colors he never knew had existed! He would make it, he would make it and it would beat the path for others like him to taste freedom, to taste life. 

He heard something crash behind him,a loud human noise that he could not understand, and the thundering slowed. More humans shouted after it, the stampeding slowing to a stop, and he was almost tempted to turn back to see what would happen. Almost. 

Finally, he reached the doors. He persevered through the final steps, the other turkeys gobbling after him, cheering him on from their place in the cage. How quickly the simpletons who had not given him a second thought turned into his greatest fans. 

With a big burst from his wings and feet, he made it outside. His clawed feet touched the ground, and the wind softly beat against him. He closed his eyes, although he knew he was not entirely free, for the humans could still easily catch him just outside the building. He cherished this one moment of freedom, and promised himself that he wound never let it go.

He ran farther out for good measure, just in case the humans were coming after him, though he heard no more human noises and not more running. When he though he was finally safe, he stopped and took a breath. He breathed in the air around him and let the sun hit his back. It was better than he could ever imagine. The fresh air was intoxicating, nothing like the stuffy air he was used to, and the sun was like a blanket on his body, soaking deeper than his feathers and into his skin.

When he was ready, he looked up to the sky.

And then, he flew towards it.

Do you have a name for our dear turkey friend?

-Peace out my dudes! ✌️


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