Sunday, 11 November 2007
02:57:14 AM (GMT)
The turkey hunter
One hour. That's all it would take. Bob, would shoot a turkey, kill it, and be home
for thanksgiving cooking time. He was the best known hunter, never to miss a shot.
Alex, the turkey was strutting around the forest, on his way home to his wife and
three kids. He had gotten food and was heading home. WHOOSH! A deer flew by Alex, and
Alex knew he had to strut much faster if he was going to make it away from the
hunter. He ran and ran, in a turkey-ish way trying to escape the hunter.
"I gotcha now you turkey!" shouted Bob ready to hunt his prey!
"Please! Spare me oh great hunter! I have a wife and three kids to feed! Spare me
SPARE ME!" cried the turkey as he ran
All Bob could hear was "GOBBLE GOBBLY GOBBLE!" and nothing else.
Bob was dumbstruck as he had a feeling he shouldn't shoot that turkey. But then
again, Bob need it for his wife's cooking, for he knew his wife would be very angry
if he didn't shoot a turkey just because of a feeling. He located Alex, and snuck up
behind him. Ready to shoot he loaded his gun. Bob took position, "Ready, Aim, F-"