Rebekah's Story

Ok, Rebekah had to write a story about a turkey for her 5th grade class. First she had to decorate a turkey and then write a story about it. Here she is in her class right before she reads her story to the class. If you look, the far right of the turkey, at the bottom, it is holding something... it is a camera. :-)


This is what she wrote:

The Turkey Named Me

By Rebekah Pearcy

“Hhhhiii arrrre yyyooouuu goonnna eaaatt mmmmeee?” said Me, shuddering.

“No Me, I’m…” began Sadie.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh!” screamed Me.

“Me, stop…” began Sadie again, trying to talk.

“Don’t eat me please, don’t…” begged Me.

“Stop Me. On Thanksgivin’ some people eat pork, chicken, and deer meat. So calm down so you…” said Sadie while she got interrupted again.

“Don’t eat me plea…” said Me.

“So you don’t interrupt me, Me,” explained Sadie.

Me began to calm down while Sadie talked.

“Why do you have a camera, Me?” asked Sadie.

Me got very excited and said, “So I can take pictures of weird people at Wal-Mart and put it online at www.peopleofwalmart.com.”

“Hey! Me, do you want to come to my house?” asked Sadie, smiling.

“Yes siree!”

“Okay, come tomorrow, ok?”

“Ok, but tomorrow is Thanksgivin’ though,” said Me a little suspiciously.

“I know but you can have veggies and fruit while me and my family eat pork,” said Sadie, licking her lips.

“Okay, I’ll come over to your house,” said Me.

The next day, Me went over to Sadie’s house and rang the doorbell. Sadie opened the door and said, “Oh my, hello Me. Would you be interested in to going into the kitchen?”

“For what?”

“To see what I can give you for your meal,” said Sadie licking her lips again.

“Ok, can I put my camera down over on the couch?” asked Me.

“Yes you can,” replied Sadie.

Five seconds later, in the kitchen, Sadie’s dad said, “Get in my belly!”

“AHHHHHH!!” screamed Me.

Five more seconds later, her mom said, “Dinner is ready!”

Sadie’s little brother, Bob, shouted, “Yeah! Yummy turkey in my belly!”

After a nice meal, Sadie’s mom walked into the living room and sat on the middle cushion, her stomach full of Me. She looked to her left and saw Me’s camera and exclaimed, “Free camera!”

STAY TUNED FOR THE NEXT EPISODE, “CHRISTMAS: A PIG NAMED ME.”

Part One

Part One of a short story I am working on.....

The light shattered the darkness. Henry had flipped on the light, leaving his wife, Julie, to groggily reach around to find a pillow to smother her face.
Julie mumbled something unintelligible and Henry ignored her. He was upset and tromped through the room, rummaging around to find clean clothes.
"How many times has she said she would clean this room?" he wondered to himself. He spied his camo shorts that were peeking out from the suitcase laying on the bedroom floor - that had been there for 2 months. He couldn't even get to his guitars because of the mountain of clothes littering the floor on their room.
Henry kicked the bed, planning on lying to his wife that it was an accident. Instead of Julie's incessant nagging, she jumped up, startled, and ran to the bathroom. Her aging body had not quite gone as gracefully as she had hoped. After relieving herself, she washed her hands, stared at herself in the mirror, and began molding her body into forms where they used to be. All those years of denial finally catching up with her. Her crows feet were etched like so many cracks on an elephant's leg. Not to mention that her breasts had begun sagging in her mid 20's and now they were torpedoes when she bent over naked.
Henry walked in, catching her mid-mold and rolled his eyes. He took his aging better than she had - making peace with his middle aged physique and wished Julie would just deal with it and move on. Julie was waving her arms, as if waving for a pageant and grasping at the swinging fat of her underarms. She sighed, took one final look at her plump figure, and retreated back to the warmth and comfort of the bed.
Henry snorted out of derision as he watched Julie snuggle back into bed.
"Gotta go," Henry informed her.
She halfheartedly sat up, aimed for his lips and mainly kissed his chin. Henry patted her head and left the room. He packed his own lunch; something Julie used to do all the time. He checked the temperature of the house, seeing it was to his wife's liking and his fingers twitched. Henry contemplated changing the thermostat, so the temperature of the house would be uncomfortable enough to drag Julie out of bed to check what was wrong. He fingertip grazed the knob where it paused for a moment and then retreated back to his pocket.
"Nah," he thought to himself, "I don't want to run up another bill that she will forget to pay."
With that, he gathered up his belongings and left for his 14 hour work day, leaving Julie to sleep until noon.