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AUTHOR'S NOTE (Jason Sinkhorn):
The story in which you are about to read is one of intrigue, malice, love, and dinner. Thank you.
This is the story of the turkeys that went wrong. It was a day like any other. The sun was shining bright in the east sky. The sky was blue, but sliced with the occasional cirrus cloud. It was a beautiful, peaceful day. I was just finishing breakfast when my mom, who was cleaning up the mess like she normally did, said to me.
"Son, why don't you go down the road and ask Cassie if she'd like to come help?"
Cassie was my age. She had dark brown hair, pretty eyes, and was fairly attractive, though I never would have said that then. She was also had a bit of a tomboy streak in her. This is something I did like about her. So, I did as I was told. I went down the street on my bike. I pulled up to her house. Knocked on the back door. I don't know why, but her mom didn't want me to go to the front door. She was kind of anal retentive that way. Cassie came to the door. She had on her blue jean shorts that were actually jeans that had been cut off. She was wearing a short-sleeved flannel looking shirt. Nothing to far from what she would normally wear.
"Hey, how ya doin'?" she said with a hick drawl.
"Good, my mom wants to know if ya wanna come over and maybe help some today." I replied.
"Hold on let me see if my mom has anything for me to do."
"Okay, I guess I'll wait on ya." I said with a smirk.
She went to ask and to my luck, I guess, she was able to come. She got on her bike and rode back home with me. We didn't say much on the way home. The only thing I remember us discussing was what work we were about to do and why the driver of the car that had just passed whistled at us when he went by.
"Must've thought we had a thing for each other, huh?" I said.
"Yeah, wonder what he's thinking" she said giggling.
"He's probably drunk," We both laughed.
When we finally made it home we went inside. Mom was still standing by the sink and washing dishes. She told me that Cassie and I were going to have to mow the grass and feed the animals. Our animals were some of the feistiest critters that ever lived. The chickens would go after you when you had feed. They would run up and peck your legs until you dropped it. Then they'd get mad that you didn't drop enough and come after you again. They were mean.
We finished mowing the grass in no time. We decided to eat lunch, and then feed the animals. We ate quickly. We went outside. It was hotter now though, and you could see it in our actions. We walked slower and dragged our feet more. We fed the crazy chickens first. They did their normal dance of pecking us until we bled. Then we fed the cows. The cows, although more calm, still wanted to be mean to us. One of the cows ran toward Cassie. I tried to be a hero, like in a movie, so I ran in front of the cow and knocked her into the mud. I stood there for a split second with my eyes closed. Then I opened them and noticed the cow was running towards the food trough. Without thinking I instantly threw myself into the mud so I didn't look like a complete fool. I figured she was in shock enough to believe the cow knocked me
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