The whole business started back
in the spring when Mr. Brett, our hired hand, came back from a trip
into the farm supply store in Cedar Ridge. He brought back a baby
turkey, gave it to me in a little cage, and said, “Happy Easter.”
Now I have to tell you, I have
had more thrilling presents in my life. In fact, a gawky baby turkey
was about number 2,963 on my list of favorite things to get for a gift.
“Thank you,” I said to Mr.
Brett. I eyeballed that funny-looking bird, wondering if it was gonna
bite. I am not a big scaredy-cat about most things like my sister, Myra
Sue, is, who is afraid of ants, daddy longlegs, earthworms, cows, and
goldfish. I’m afraid of mice and that’s it. Well, and snakes give me
the willies. And Grandma’s cat, Queenie, makes me want to run
screaming, but not because I’m afraid.
But anyway, I want to tell you
about last Thanksgiving. Daddy and Mama laughed when they saw Mr.
Brett’s present. “We’ll build you a pen for it,” Daddy said.
“Does it have a name?” Mama
I looked at that bird and it
looked back at me, sideways like birds do, with its eyes all bright and