Alone

Turk sighed a deep gobbling sigh. Everyone had disappeared without him again. He was used to being picked last for baseball and being picked on for never being able to gain weight. While everyone puffed up and strutted around displaying their weighty stature he tended to linger in the back of the crowd.

Every year Farmer Joe rounds up all the turkeys and he gets left behind. His mom would tell him "Gobble gobble cluck cluck." It made him feel better to know his mom loved him and thought he was special even though, well he WAS special. He wished she was here to cluck those words to him again but even she had been picked and left the farm what felt like a long time ago.

Turk walked alone in the dark, cold autumn night. He kicked a pebble and a chill breeze gave him turkeybumps and made his feathers stiff. The weather was as uninviting as the desolate shed he returned too. Once a bustling metropolis of turkey brethren had been diminished to population one. Him. Him alone.
As he huddled in the corner and drifted to sleep, one thought repeated in his mind as a broken record.

That must be some baseball game.

Happy Thanksgiving!

(With this reminder: Even if you're feeling glum this holiday, at least you aren't a turkey. A delicious, delicious turkey.)

What is LAVE?

My friend told me this once...

Q: What did the mommy volcano say to the baby volcano?
A: I lava you.

Once upon a time...
She wanted to go shopping. He said sure. Anything for her. The red bean prince turned to his princess and asked in his shy, curious voice, "lave me?". His peanut butter princes looked up and her sweet, innocent eyes widened in wonder. "whats lave?" Her prince chuckled. Flashing his glowing smile, the red bean prince replied, "like love, but overflowing love like lava from a volcano."

"oh......", she reponded hesitantly. "like this..."  

He nodded and planted a pb&b (peanut butter and bean) kiss on the tip of her nose.