Once upon a quiet Sunday supper we heard a gobble, gobble, gobble from the yard.
It seems some turkeys had come to visit.
Turkeys are ugly!
They gobbled and pecked all around the yard.
Brave Boy gobbled back and chased the turkeys away.
Then Boy and his mama went in and did dishes happily ever after.
(Nope, I don't know where the turkeys came from, but Boy chased them to the neighbour who has the rooster...)