Student Reporter: The Story of the Turkey

Guys, Thanksgiving is right around the corner and you know what that means: fresh turkey, mashed potatoes, pumpkin pie, rolls and rolls of bread and a whole week off of school. What more could you ask for? But as of now, it’s probably a good idea to address one of the weirdest things in Thanksgiving, the thing that is taken for granted all the time, the one which Thanksgiving gives us an excuse to eat. I’m talking about the nice and lovable turkey.

Now, what is the huge mystery of this turkey? How did the turkey, of all things, come to be a known part of Thanksgiving? Well, I’ve done some research, and apparently, the pilgrims didn’t have turkey on their menu during Thanksgiving. But people chose turkey rather than chicken because, unlike the chicken, the turkey is much fatter, which helps when it comes to feeding a hungry family, and they chose turkey over other meats because it was a healthier choice. However, we all know that can’t be the real story. It just wouldn’t make sense. So I composed a peom. It may not look like much, but deep beneath the lines, you can see that it goes well with actual facts and evidence found from many archaeologists around the world.


However, that still wasn’t enough and I soon realized there was more to the story. After spending around 240 hours(actually 20 minutes) looking through tons and tons of websites(two or three websites) reading around 40 pages(1 or 2 pages), I think I have found the story of the turkey.

It started a long time ago, back when turkeys roamed the earth, carefree of humans. At that time, humans were nothing but weird-looking apes in leopard-skin leotards who lived in caves. It was around the time man discovered fire that turkeys started to get scared. Then they went from scared to terrified when they killed the first turkey. Poor Pablo. He will always be remembered.

The turkeys greatly loved each other’s company, but they loved the company of the plants that the humans grew way more. Pablo would always visit them and they would talk for hours and hours. Pablo especially liked standing on the benches the humans made from wood. It felt good on his claws(or talons, whichever one). However, every Thanksgiving they’d cut all the plants from the stem and harvest them. It broke Pablo’s heart to see them all die. All he could do was watch. Or was that really all he could do?

Once, long ago

    Near a river that flowed

      A little brown turkey

        Watched the wheat and corn grow 

        He stood on a bench

      Overlooking the site 

This was how he spent his days

  Until one Thanksgiving night

          All of the farmers

  Were to harvest the corn

  The turkey’s heart broke

  For those corns he adorned

Then, that one Thanksgiving, Pablo couldn’t take it. So, before the humans could take down the plants,

He jumped from the bench

      And yelled,  “Wait!

        Take me instead!

The corn ain’t worth the wait!”

He spoke with clucks and boks, but the pilgrims understood him.

So they took him instead

But they took the corn as well

  So was the sacrifice worth it

    ‘Cause no one could tell

Pablo tried to claw his holder in the face, but they held onto his claw tight. Pablo’s heart sank. That was going to be his plan of attack. This means that he really was going to die. Then his mind went at ease when he realized he’d saved the plants from death. Then his expression turned to horror when he realized they’d taken the plants as well.

He struggled and fought, but there was nothing he could do. He wasn’t on the Thanksgiving menu during the pilgrims during that time, but there were no such thing as menus at that time so go figure. He silently prayed that all the humans and turkeys would understand what was happening and that he would teach a message to the turkeys to stand up for what’s right.


Contributed by Pranav Puttaparthi