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Tiffany
ad shot our Thanksgiving turkey with his rifle in the woods behind our house. Before Mom cooked it, she had to pluck out its feathers and pull the insides out. I helped her.
All of a sudden, I heard a "meow" coming from the bird. So, I stuck my head inside not knowing what I might find in its stomach. The farther I put my head into the turkey, the louder the noise seemed to get. Then, before I knew what happened, my little brother pushed me inside that old turkey! It's a good thing I found a trap door in the turkey's stomach. Otherwise, it would have felt very crowded in there. The meowing sound got louder and louder. Then my mom reached in and pulled me out. She said, "What were you doing in that turkey, Tiffany?" I told her that I had heard a meow, and then Jacob pushed me inside the turkey's stomach. We searched all over that turkey for the meow. It wasn't tucked under the wings. It wasn't hiding in the drumsticks either. We even checked inside the turkey's neck. No meow. Mom said, "We have to stuff this turkey and cook it, or we won't get to eat Thanksgiving dinner. I guess we'll have to forget about the meow." When we ate Thanksgiving dinner that evening, I thought the turkey smelled a lot like me. I got a stomach ache so I had to go to bed early. When I woke up the next morning, I heard that meowing sound all over again. Now the sound seemed to be coming from the pantry in our kitchen. When I opened the pantry door, out jumped Zippy, my cat! I hugged her tight and told her she was the best cat in the whole world. I was really glad Zippy wasnít a turkey!
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