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Rated: E · Short Story · Animal · #2141412
It's great to be invited to dinner...right?
“Hey, Wattles.”

“Hey Clucky, I was just thinking about you.”

“No kidding. What were you thinking Wattles? Were you thinking we should go out in the yard and catch some bugs? I saw some juicy grasshoppers out there. Let’s go get breakfast.”

“Can’t do it, Clucky old girl. I’ve got to eat this new food Farmer Dave gave me. It’s supposed to fatten me up. Farmer Dave says I’ve been invited as an honored guest to the family Thanksgiving celebration. But he said if I don’t fatten up, he will withdraw the invitation and get someone else.”

“Hey Wattles?”

“Yeah Clucky?”

“Can I come to the family Thanksgiving celebration too?”

“Well, Cluskster old hen. Have you received an invitation from Farmer Dave, like I have?”

“I’m not sure, Wattles. What does it look like?”

“It doesn’t look like anything Clucky, my love. Rather, it is something that is heard with your earholes. Have you heard Farmer Dave come over and exclaim what fine looking turkey you are? Did he then say that you were going to be the special guest at Thanksgiving dinner?”

“Aww shucks, Wattles. I guess I’m not invited then. Farmer Dave has barely even looked at me. I’m not a fine-looking Turkey at all. I’m just a skinny hen.”

“Hey, Clucky old girl. I’ve just had a brainstorm. I think I know how we can get you an invitation to the Thanksgiving Celebration.”

“Yeah, Wattles? What’s your idea? Tell me! Tell me!”

“Okay, Clucky girl, here’s the plan. You’ll eat all my new, special fat-building food, while I eat bugs. You will get all fat and juicy. You will then be one fine looking bird. Farmer Dave will just have to give you an invitation too.”

“Wattles! You would do that for me? You would give me all your special food?”

“You want to go to the Thanksgiving dinner, don’t you? Well, this is the only way. What do you say Clucky girl? There is only a month until Thanksgiving. What have you got to lose?”

“Hey there, Clucky.”

“Hey Wattles, I was just thinking about you.”

“No kidding. What were you thinking Clucky girl? Were you thinking we should go out in the yard and catch some bugs? I saw some juicy grasshoppers out there. Come on. Let’s go get breakfast.”

“Can’t do it, Wattles old friend. I’ve eaten so much of your special food this last month, I can barely get off my roost. You should go without me. You don’t look so good. You’re skinny as a Jaybird. You keep losing weight and you just might lose your invitation to Thanksgiving dinner.”

“Yeah, but I heard you got your invitation, Clucky. Congratulations!

“Thanks, Wattles. You’re a good friend.”

“Hey, Clucky. Look who’s coming your way. It’s Farmer Dave, whistling a merry tune.”

“Oh, Wattles. It must be time for the dinner. How am I ever going to thank you?

“It was my pleasure, Clucky. I know you would do the same for me.”


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