Yes, outside the post office (United States postal service established by Benjamin Franklin) stood this noble bird, which Franklin wished had been chosen as the symbol of America. This, in case you’ve never seen one in real life, is a turkey. Not a domesticated turkey, bred to be so heavy it can’t fly and so stupid it can’t think. This is a wild turkey.
Of course, it wasn’t afraid of people, so I believe my pal Steve, who said, “That ain’t no wild wild turkey; that’s a tame wild turkey.”
I herded him out of the parking space somebody was waiting to use, persuaded him to move far enough along the sidewalk so I could go into the post office to do my business, and asked if it was the post office’s turkey.
“No,” they said, “he’s just been hanging around here.”
They said they were going to call animal control, because they were afraid he was going to get himself run over.
When I went back outside, he was still there, hanging around my car.
“Turkey,” I said, “get out from behind my car so I can get to the grocery.” He moved, but then he got in front of me. “Turkey,” I said, “get out from in front of my car, will you, please?” He did, but he looked like he was about to ask me for a lift.
If I hadn’t been going to the grocery; if I had been going straight home, I believe I would have opened the door for him, and I wouldn’t have been surprised if he had jumped in. He would have been my own personal pet turkey, and I would have named him Benjamin Franklin. Here’s another picture of him.Is this the best place in the world to live, or what?
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: A character encounters an unexpected animal in an unexpected place.
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