It's close to midnight. Something evil's lurking in the dark.
Walking through a snowy village somewhere in the UK, you feel pleasantly squiffed from all the sherry you've consumed this evening. All is quiet, except for the inexplicable sound of banjo music. You shift the rifle in your arms. Suddenly, you hear a strange sound. You turn, blinking, and you see before you a chilling sight. Can it be ...? It's turkeys - strange, UK-type turkeys, banshee turkeys capable of bounding from over the horizon, coming right at you. You try to bring your rifle to bear, feeling alone as never before, knowing that no one can save you. The only thing standing between you and certain death is your own aim. You fire, and fire again, the peace of the village is rent asunder, and still they come, until you are overwhelmed. It is then that you resolve to take on the turkeys again, but this time, you swear you will not drink so much sherry.
Hee! Ever considered writing fiction? Fuggetabout policy; you could be the next Rowling or Phillip Pullman.
Posted by: Tonya | November 24, 2008 at 08:05 PM
Didn't "South Park" already tackle the issue of killer turkeys? Come to to think of it, didn't "WKRP in Cincinatti" also deal with this most disturbing of holiday topics? ("As god is my witness, I thought turkeys could fly!")
Posted by: Anthony | November 25, 2008 at 06:53 AM