We thought we might’ve caught Jimmy the Turkey on an off-day yesterday, maybe he got up on the wrong side of the… whatever turkeys sleep in. He couldn’t be that crabby all the time.
Uh… wrong. He can.
My wife knew a farmer whose tom turkey habitually attacked the mailman. That was back when mail carriers used to go around with those great big sacks of mail. Something about the poor guy always got the turkey’s dander up.
I so see this as a Freddy book!