Found an interesting story...

Dumb Blonde Turkey



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Within seconds of condemning the poor bird to being the centrepiece of our Christmas table Mrs Ranch owner had grabbed it by the neck, stuffed it into an old feed sack and secured it there with a bit of string tied around the opening. My turkey was bagged and still alive.

“Can’t you kill it”? I asked her

“No”, she said, “you have to keep it at your house overnight without food and then you kill it”.

At that point she handed me the flimsy bag with an outraged and rather large turkey fighting for its right to a fair trial.
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You know I may have met her in a night club in Chicago years ago. It was late, and I had been overserved again.