Turkey in the Straw

I was over at my parents' the other day doing some more cleaning in my old room. The day's assignment: clean out the drawers to my old vanity. There were the usual things one finds in a vanity: make-up from YEARS ago, brushes, combs, hair ribbons. There were not so usual things such as toys, three old 110mm film cameras (Chris's, Steve's, and mine), and old cards from different occasions that I had kept (Christmas, birthday, graduation). But in one drawer I had kept all my stories and essays through the years...all the way back from primary school! I went through and read them all, my favorites being the ones from primary school. I found one where there is a monster in my closet and I screamed, then mom scream, then my dad ran in with a 250 shotgun (yes, that's what I wrote) and shot and killed it. I discovered that a lot of my stories began with "Once upon a time..." or "Once there was..." and then every paragraph/page after that began with "And then..."
But, I'm here today to share with you a Thanksgiving tale from long ago. A story with love, suspense, and murder! Without further ado, I give you...

The Turkey Family
Written by: Samantha Lynn Miller
Copyright 1994 by "Cool Kids Publishing Company"

Dedicated to Mom and Dad

   One day a turkey was walking with his wife and two children. As they were walking, Father Turkey smelled that danger was near. So he yelled to his family
  "Run, run! I smell danger. Let's run in those woods and hide! Run!"
  So the family ran over to the woods and hid.
  After a while, Sister Turkey piped up and said "I think it is gone. I hope it is because I am tired of standing here."
  "Me to." added Brother Turkey.
  "Honey, is it gone? Because I am hungry. There are no berry bushes around here."
  It is scary here. Quiet too." said Sister Turkey.
  "Hush, everyone. I think it is gone."
  After a while Father said "I am going to see. If I don't come back I am dead. Whatever happens, don't come out."
  The father went out. There was a loud "Boom." The family never came out. But the father, in the afternoon, was being cooked for tomorows Thanksgiving dinner.

Isn't that a lovely story?

*A couple of side notes:
-In 1994 I was 8 years old and in second grade.
-"Cool Kids Publishing Company" was found in several of my stories from different years. Either I made it up, or it was something the teachers came up with and was used throughout the grades. Wherever it came from, I was apparently released from the contract when I left primary school, as nothing I did past third grade had it.
-I typed this exactly how I wrote it then, so any errors you may see are intentional.