“The Story of Sharpie, the Turkey”

“I love holding up traffic and bobbing my head,” I proclaimed to some passer-bys.  “It’s always fun when the drivers honk out of anger and the children laugh in the backseat.”

“I think it’s kind of funny too,” said to the passer-by.  “It’s very funny unless, you are the one driving.” 

I told the passer-by “My beak gets larger and sharper every day.  The sharper my beak is, the more damage I do to cars.  Then another person came walking by.  I said, “Want to hear a story?”

He said, “Sure I’ll hear your story.”

Then I answered, “One day I was walking in the woods, when all of a sudden, a dog jumped out of some bushes and started chasing me.  Then I heard a gunshot and saw a piece of bark fall of a tree.  I was so afraid and terrified.  Then, I gave a big effort and managed to get behind a tree unseen.  I made some wolf’s sounds and the hunter ran away with his hunter dog.  There was one problem though, I left the tree, but I forgot that the dog could still smell me.  The hunter and his returned in about two and a half minutes.  This time though, I had more courage and I pecked the hunter. To avoid further injury, he and his dog raced away.  That’s why everyone calls me Sharpie.

“I still don’t get it though; you never explained exactly why they call you Sharpie.”

“I almost forgot, they call me Sharpie because my beak is so sharp,” I replied.  “That’s that story, but I see a fast car that needs to be slowed down.  Talk to you later.”