“Turkey is a country?” asked Samantha,
a bespectacled and brilliant nine-year-old.
“Yes, yes,” I reply, “but this turkey is for Thanksgiving”
With that, my second graders read a
story of Mr. Moose’s quest
to find a November bird
at his wife’s behest
(as all good spouses do.)
He was joined
by a sheep, porcupine and Mr. and Mrs Goat.
Turkey was in a fowl mood that final Thursday,
But Mr. Moose managed to bring him home to Mrs.,
Who was “Oh, So Happy” have her Turkey.
He took a seat, rather than a plate, to my kids’ relief.
And while we are far from the 11th month,
I was grateful to explain American tradition to
these sprouting sponge Koreans,
of the pilgrims and their progress.
A reminder that dining with, rather than dining on,
the beloved bird can make the happiest
ending.
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