The Turkey In The Barn

The Turkey In The Barn

turkey picBy : Nayrovi P. & Khanh P., staff writers

 “The turkey in the barn, the turkey in the barn. Oh, oh the turkey now, the turkey in the barn.”


My pop didn’t know how sick he had me with that song. He was singing it to the tune “The Farmer In The Dell”. My pop was a turkey farmer in North Carolina. Boy, he loved those turkeys. Everybody’s already telling him they want one or two plump turkeys for Thanksgiving Day. My pop always sells the plump ones, and we always end up with the skinny ones. And we sometimes just end up eating chicken, or fowl.


“James, the food doesn’t matter. It’s being thankful that we have a roof over us, and just plain out that we’re alive,” my mother told me, trying to cheer me up. It was the day before Thanksgiving, in the noon, and he sold ALL five thousand turkeys, even the scrawny ones. Many people had big family gatherings, and bought two or three turkeys! “It’s ok, James. Now please fetch me a hen from the barn.” My mom all of the sudden dashed out to the garden, and after five minutes came back with a basket with potatoes, peas, carrots, corn, a pumpkin, and all the apples, peaches, and berries her garden/”tiny orchard”, could spare. “Come on, James, get than hen. There’s potatoes to mash, carrots to dice, and pies to bake, not to mention that hen. So chop, chop!”


When the cooking was done, I retired to bed. When I woke up, i found myself in the turkey barn. There was a feather mess, and I thought of all the turkeys I will never taste. I went back in, and had my “Turkey” Day breakfast, which  was a chicken pie with peas and diced carrots. Then, I went to  my friend Thomas Dip’s house for a while. His mother Agnes invited me to lunch, and I ate a turkey sandwich with gravy, and a side of veggies. Finally, I went around to my Uncle Philipe’s bakery, he gave me a slice of berry and honey pie. And the grocer gave me  a basket of of fresh strawberries and a bottle of of cream.


When I got home from my little trip, I was surprised to see a turkey on the table. The turkey was already stuffed, and I immediately ran into the room, and saw all the meal. “Thought we wouldn’t have a turkey this year, didn’t you, James?” “How is it possible?” I stared in disbelief and he responded,” I kept one turkey. And that’s the one I kept at your Aunt Mildred’s house. It was the only turkey in her barn.” I was so happy. That’s why he always sang that song. So, it wasn’t a bad turkey meal after all. But it was the largest. It’s two days after, and there’s still leftovers! Not to mention the pies.









































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