Post by Lia on Jan 13, 2009 21:09:25 GMT -8
Well... a lot of people have done their stuff here... This is all 1+ year ago. Please critique!
Turkey tales #1:
Once upon time, when Mr. Gobbles was a very tiny turkey, and didn't get up to too much mischief, he was playing hide and seek. It was early in the morning, and he and I had just had breakfast. It was his turn to count first, and my turn to hide. I ran outside in my gumboots and my jacket, and ran to hide up the great oak tree in my yard. I was just at the bottom of the tree, and about to start climbing, when I slipped on some ice! One foot slid right over the ice, but the other went straight through the ice! I fell down on my back. It hurt! I heard Mr. Gobbles shout '100,' and I quickly got up. I grabbed a piece of ice, and slipped it in my gumboot, and started climbing the tree. When I was at the top, I took out my ice, and held it wrapped around my jacket sleeve. A cold breeze blew, and I shivered, huddling down in my jacket, waiting for Mr. Gobbles to find me…
Mr. Gobbles came outside, shouting, "Juuuuuuu- juuuuuu..." I giggled loudly on purpose, not wanting him to take too long. He scratched his head with his wing. He looked up, and I purposely waved my red jacket around. He noticed, of course, and walked over, wincing at the cold ice on his turkey feet.
I aimed carefully, and waited until he was exactly below me, and dropped my ice. It made a satisfying crash, and cracked all over Mr. Gobbles’ head.
“SQUAWK!” he squawked, more annoyed than pained. He grabbed a piece of ice, not seeming to feel the coldness through his feathers, and started climbing.
I skimmed down the opposite side, and ran off. He aimed his ice at me, but I dodged it. It was going to be a long ice war!
Turkey Tales #2:
Mr. Gobbles is a strange turkey, whom I, Juju, have looked after since birth. He isn’t normal, the result of being cared for by me, and he often flies around with a random banner. The banner is usually attached to his tail, and reads something random, like ‘Windows are clear!’
Like his inside, his outside isn’t normal, seeing that he is rather small. Red, brown, and a slight tinge of glossy black color him. But then, he is a turkey. If you put him in a flock of turkeys, the only thing that would distinguish him would be his tail, which he often fans out like a peathingy to protect him from the rain.
For an owner and a pet, Mr. Gobbles and I are pretty close, generally because we both love to annoy each other. Once, we tried to talk out why we haven’t abandoned each other, considering that we annoyed each other so much, but the outcome was when I got up, and ran off in a huff. He had said that my ears were pink!
Maybe it’s all turkeys, but Mr. Gobbles is a relatively good pet, a caring friend, and a faithful companion. He’s not for sale though, so I’m sorry if I’ve persuaded you into buying him.
Turkey Tales #3:
Hello. I’m Mr. Gobbles. I’m a turkey. Today, I’m going to tell you about a practical joke I played on Juju Van Oink, my owner, which backfired on me.
It was a cold, dark, dank, gloomy day, and we had to get up at about five A.M., so that we could get to the fair by seven. I don’t mind getting up early, but Juju does. My feathers were all groomed before she staggered out of bed, moaning something about her alarm clock going off too early. I ignored her, and started cooking oatmeal for breakfast.
“Make me some too, please, Mr. Gobbles.” Juju didn’t even call me Gobbley-Face, which proves how tired she was.
My tiny mind started cranking. She was tired, she wouldn’t notice me doing anything that I wasn’t supposed too… While she was getting dressed, I left my oatmeal on the stove, and took out five eggs. She came in, and I went out, and to her bedroom. I slipped the eggs into her bed, and padded back to the kitchen.
We had a good time at the fair, and I was tired when we got home. I had forgotten about my prank by then, and I decided to go to bed, in Juju’s bed, to annoy her. Because I’m a turkey, I have clawed feet, so as soon as my foot touched the egg, crack. I had raw egg all over my feet.
Juju yelled at me for wasting food, and made me sleep in her bed, with the egg. But I heard her stifling laughter when she thought I was asleep.
The Tale of... ((wow, this was 3 years ago!!!)):
Once upon a time, I (Juju) went out to my yard to do something, and I saw a turkey there!
“Mr. Gobbles!!” I growled. That turkey had escaped from. Again!! Why can’t that turkey just stay where he’s hiding!! And. Of course, he had come looking for ME. WHY ME?? THAT EVIL TURKEY!!
I told myself to calm down and stared at the sky for a couple of minutes, and I saw a cloud. Not an average cloud of course, but the cloud looked strangely like Mr. Gobbles. Now at that point, I decided to just ignore (or maybe kill) that turkey, so I returned to what I was doing before I came out to my strange snow covered yard. Now what was that again…
I stood there for 10 minutes trying to remember, while I filled the bucket with ice from the well.
Wait! Ice from the well! I only just remembered!!! I was out there to get ice from the well! That must have been why Mr. Gobbles was staring at me with his head tilted, as if I was being weird. Er… Weirder than usual I mean.
When I turned to go inside my castle with the ice, he pecked me, and pointed at the sky. My natural curiosity nerve made my head point to the sky, where I saw the cloud turkey holding a banner, saying SEE YA JUJU!! I’M HEADING TO HAWAII!
Now that just couldn’t happen. That turkey go on vacation?!? To Hawaii?! Without me!!
I was so annoyed, that I grabbed his tail, just when he jumped up in the air, and started flapping up to that cloud. Turkeys these days! Did I really need a jolting flight holding on for dear life to a evil turkeys back just to see a… I didn’t actually know what I was going to see at that point, so don’t ask me why I was complaining.
So there I was, flying to nowhere on a turkeys tail, when I remembered something about a rudder turning a plane… I wasn’t on a plane, but did that stop me? You guessed it! I think… NOPE!! I immediately shaped myself into what I thought a rudder looked like, I don’t think I actually looked like a rudder, after all I am darkly pretty *smiles* It worked!! I nearly jumped off Mr. Gobbles in joy, but instead I screamed, and he jumped, so I fell off!!!
I was falling through the air with nothing to stop me. Down. Down. Down. I looked down, and saw a deep sea. Probably the Pacific I think. I suddenly realized that I had my bucket of ice still. Like that’s helpful, but the ice had melted, and there was water and a bucket. Hmmmm. Buckets float don’t they? That’s what I thought at least but, I crashed on top of the empty bucket with the top up, and it sunk. I swam down and collected the bucket, and turned it other, and then tried to sit on it. WHY DIDN’T I HAVE A HAIRTIE WITH ME? My hair flicked me in the eye OW and made me crash again, while I crashed again. I was treading water there for 5 minutes, when a helicopter zoomed overhead! I didn’t think it saw me, so I tried to light a fire with the wood I had in my bucket. Problem. Wood wet. Problem. Where to light it?
By the time I figured out that I would blow on it to dry it, and light it on the island about 5 kms away, I couldn’t see that helicopter at all! I swam to the island, and found sticks, to write a message on the sand. It said: ‘MR. GOBBLES!! WHEN I FIND YOU YOU WON’T BE FALLING OUT OF TREES INTO PONDS! YOU’LL BE HIDING IN MY STOMACH!!!’
Then I climbed a tree and waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Eventually, there was a whirring of wings, and Mr. Gobbles appeared in the helicopter I saw before. I know, because the propeller was purple. He circled the island 1,2,3,4,5,6,7 times, and he didn’t find me. Ha. That serves him right. I know that secretly in his heart, he loves me, and would be upset if I killed myself. When he was about to leave, I did a superhighjump and grabbed the bottom wheel ski thingy. He flew off to a island, tried to land, but I was in the way, holding the plane up. I scurried out of the way, and hid behind the helicopter.
When he sat his turkey tail down by the big palm tree and started sobbing, I crept around the whole island, and finally found a coconut under a big rock. I took it around to behind the tree Mr. Gobbles was leaning on, and jumped out and cracked the coconut on his head, and run as fast as my legs would carry me out of his sighr, and then walked down to the beach, and doubled back, and walked up to Gooble Gobbles, stood there a second, (he was trying to get cocnut milk and tears out of his feathers. I grabbed that little turkey and gave him a good shaking.
I don’t think he’ll be sending me cloud messages again. Until next year…
Some were for school, one for my sister, one for a club thing... *is shy*
Turkey tales #1:
Once upon time, when Mr. Gobbles was a very tiny turkey, and didn't get up to too much mischief, he was playing hide and seek. It was early in the morning, and he and I had just had breakfast. It was his turn to count first, and my turn to hide. I ran outside in my gumboots and my jacket, and ran to hide up the great oak tree in my yard. I was just at the bottom of the tree, and about to start climbing, when I slipped on some ice! One foot slid right over the ice, but the other went straight through the ice! I fell down on my back. It hurt! I heard Mr. Gobbles shout '100,' and I quickly got up. I grabbed a piece of ice, and slipped it in my gumboot, and started climbing the tree. When I was at the top, I took out my ice, and held it wrapped around my jacket sleeve. A cold breeze blew, and I shivered, huddling down in my jacket, waiting for Mr. Gobbles to find me…
Mr. Gobbles came outside, shouting, "Juuuuuuu- juuuuuu..." I giggled loudly on purpose, not wanting him to take too long. He scratched his head with his wing. He looked up, and I purposely waved my red jacket around. He noticed, of course, and walked over, wincing at the cold ice on his turkey feet.
I aimed carefully, and waited until he was exactly below me, and dropped my ice. It made a satisfying crash, and cracked all over Mr. Gobbles’ head.
“SQUAWK!” he squawked, more annoyed than pained. He grabbed a piece of ice, not seeming to feel the coldness through his feathers, and started climbing.
I skimmed down the opposite side, and ran off. He aimed his ice at me, but I dodged it. It was going to be a long ice war!
Turkey Tales #2:
Mr. Gobbles is a strange turkey, whom I, Juju, have looked after since birth. He isn’t normal, the result of being cared for by me, and he often flies around with a random banner. The banner is usually attached to his tail, and reads something random, like ‘Windows are clear!’
Like his inside, his outside isn’t normal, seeing that he is rather small. Red, brown, and a slight tinge of glossy black color him. But then, he is a turkey. If you put him in a flock of turkeys, the only thing that would distinguish him would be his tail, which he often fans out like a peathingy to protect him from the rain.
For an owner and a pet, Mr. Gobbles and I are pretty close, generally because we both love to annoy each other. Once, we tried to talk out why we haven’t abandoned each other, considering that we annoyed each other so much, but the outcome was when I got up, and ran off in a huff. He had said that my ears were pink!
Maybe it’s all turkeys, but Mr. Gobbles is a relatively good pet, a caring friend, and a faithful companion. He’s not for sale though, so I’m sorry if I’ve persuaded you into buying him.
Turkey Tales #3:
Hello. I’m Mr. Gobbles. I’m a turkey. Today, I’m going to tell you about a practical joke I played on Juju Van Oink, my owner, which backfired on me.
It was a cold, dark, dank, gloomy day, and we had to get up at about five A.M., so that we could get to the fair by seven. I don’t mind getting up early, but Juju does. My feathers were all groomed before she staggered out of bed, moaning something about her alarm clock going off too early. I ignored her, and started cooking oatmeal for breakfast.
“Make me some too, please, Mr. Gobbles.” Juju didn’t even call me Gobbley-Face, which proves how tired she was.
My tiny mind started cranking. She was tired, she wouldn’t notice me doing anything that I wasn’t supposed too… While she was getting dressed, I left my oatmeal on the stove, and took out five eggs. She came in, and I went out, and to her bedroom. I slipped the eggs into her bed, and padded back to the kitchen.
We had a good time at the fair, and I was tired when we got home. I had forgotten about my prank by then, and I decided to go to bed, in Juju’s bed, to annoy her. Because I’m a turkey, I have clawed feet, so as soon as my foot touched the egg, crack. I had raw egg all over my feet.
Juju yelled at me for wasting food, and made me sleep in her bed, with the egg. But I heard her stifling laughter when she thought I was asleep.
The Tale of... ((wow, this was 3 years ago!!!)):
Once upon a time, I (Juju) went out to my yard to do something, and I saw a turkey there!
“Mr. Gobbles!!” I growled. That turkey had escaped from. Again!! Why can’t that turkey just stay where he’s hiding!! And. Of course, he had come looking for ME. WHY ME?? THAT EVIL TURKEY!!
I told myself to calm down and stared at the sky for a couple of minutes, and I saw a cloud. Not an average cloud of course, but the cloud looked strangely like Mr. Gobbles. Now at that point, I decided to just ignore (or maybe kill) that turkey, so I returned to what I was doing before I came out to my strange snow covered yard. Now what was that again…
I stood there for 10 minutes trying to remember, while I filled the bucket with ice from the well.
Wait! Ice from the well! I only just remembered!!! I was out there to get ice from the well! That must have been why Mr. Gobbles was staring at me with his head tilted, as if I was being weird. Er… Weirder than usual I mean.
When I turned to go inside my castle with the ice, he pecked me, and pointed at the sky. My natural curiosity nerve made my head point to the sky, where I saw the cloud turkey holding a banner, saying SEE YA JUJU!! I’M HEADING TO HAWAII!
Now that just couldn’t happen. That turkey go on vacation?!? To Hawaii?! Without me!!
I was so annoyed, that I grabbed his tail, just when he jumped up in the air, and started flapping up to that cloud. Turkeys these days! Did I really need a jolting flight holding on for dear life to a evil turkeys back just to see a… I didn’t actually know what I was going to see at that point, so don’t ask me why I was complaining.
So there I was, flying to nowhere on a turkeys tail, when I remembered something about a rudder turning a plane… I wasn’t on a plane, but did that stop me? You guessed it! I think… NOPE!! I immediately shaped myself into what I thought a rudder looked like, I don’t think I actually looked like a rudder, after all I am darkly pretty *smiles* It worked!! I nearly jumped off Mr. Gobbles in joy, but instead I screamed, and he jumped, so I fell off!!!
I was falling through the air with nothing to stop me. Down. Down. Down. I looked down, and saw a deep sea. Probably the Pacific I think. I suddenly realized that I had my bucket of ice still. Like that’s helpful, but the ice had melted, and there was water and a bucket. Hmmmm. Buckets float don’t they? That’s what I thought at least but, I crashed on top of the empty bucket with the top up, and it sunk. I swam down and collected the bucket, and turned it other, and then tried to sit on it. WHY DIDN’T I HAVE A HAIRTIE WITH ME? My hair flicked me in the eye OW and made me crash again, while I crashed again. I was treading water there for 5 minutes, when a helicopter zoomed overhead! I didn’t think it saw me, so I tried to light a fire with the wood I had in my bucket. Problem. Wood wet. Problem. Where to light it?
By the time I figured out that I would blow on it to dry it, and light it on the island about 5 kms away, I couldn’t see that helicopter at all! I swam to the island, and found sticks, to write a message on the sand. It said: ‘MR. GOBBLES!! WHEN I FIND YOU YOU WON’T BE FALLING OUT OF TREES INTO PONDS! YOU’LL BE HIDING IN MY STOMACH!!!’
Then I climbed a tree and waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Eventually, there was a whirring of wings, and Mr. Gobbles appeared in the helicopter I saw before. I know, because the propeller was purple. He circled the island 1,2,3,4,5,6,7 times, and he didn’t find me. Ha. That serves him right. I know that secretly in his heart, he loves me, and would be upset if I killed myself. When he was about to leave, I did a superhighjump and grabbed the bottom wheel ski thingy. He flew off to a island, tried to land, but I was in the way, holding the plane up. I scurried out of the way, and hid behind the helicopter.
When he sat his turkey tail down by the big palm tree and started sobbing, I crept around the whole island, and finally found a coconut under a big rock. I took it around to behind the tree Mr. Gobbles was leaning on, and jumped out and cracked the coconut on his head, and run as fast as my legs would carry me out of his sighr, and then walked down to the beach, and doubled back, and walked up to Gooble Gobbles, stood there a second, (he was trying to get cocnut milk and tears out of his feathers. I grabbed that little turkey and gave him a good shaking.
I don’t think he’ll be sending me cloud messages again. Until next year…
Some were for school, one for my sister, one for a club thing... *is shy*
