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This is where I write my thoughts, feelings and my daily trials, tribulations and happy things
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Prompt: Write a story about a turkey. A tiny speck of daylight caused Trevor to stop his sudden obsession with pecking. He crouched back down into the darkness and calmed his panicked breathing and waited. Nothing bad happened. With one eye open he dared to peek. The bright light was still there, the same light, the same size, nothing frightening. Another tentative peck and the light increased. Trevor was no longer scared and pecked some more. Soon his head was in the light, and suddenly felt a sense of achievement and knew this was his destiny. Freedom. A few weeks after his birth, Trevor and his brothers and sisters were loving their world and their new plumage began to grow, covering the mottled brown and white fluff they’d been born with. He found the new feathers quite itchy at first, felt a little gawky, uncomfortable and gauche. He discussed these feelings with his siblings and found he wasn’t alone in that respect. His mother explained it was a natural progression and that soon he’d be a fully fledged, adult turkey. But soon he realised his family were beginning to avoid him, they told him he was different, there was something wrong with him. His new feathers were blue! Spurned by the flock he despised his blue feathers, he was different. All he wanted was to fit in, be the same. Trevor was a sad, lonely turkey. The days were long, no one wanted to be near him in case they caught the blue disease. But things took a turn for the better for Trevor. The man who fed them each day began to bring other human people to visit his turkey world. They stared and laughed and pointed at Trevor. At first this made him feel even worse about his difference and wanted to hide from their gaze. However the other turkeys realised they had a celebrity on their hands and that there were benefits. The visiting onlookers brought extra food for all when visiting their famous brother. Trevor was a celebratory, his picture was in all the papers. He was washed and cleaned, his claws painted blue to match his glorious plumage. The others felt drab in their ordinary feathers and complained. But Trevor forgave them their cruelty towards him. Eventually he fell in love with a turkey called Tessa. Tessa and Trevor watched breathlessly over their first clutch of eggs as the first crack appeared. Tessa hoped at least one of them would be as blue as their father. |