a great escape
A fairy tale by any other name . . . The narrative of this book is about life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness or how two witty turkeys—born on a turkey farm—make a great escape to avoid their fate, which leads them on an unimaginable adventure as they journey to freedom.
Chapter 1 - In the Middle of Nowhere
A farm is a farm is a farm is a farm and nestled in the middle of nowhere was the Bayleigh Becki Turkey Farm. It was surrounded by acres and acres of green grass under a heavenly blue sky. The farm was home to hundreds of gobbling turkeys of every size and shape, including one really curious little poult named Timothy Tom.
Timothy Tom had spindly legs, very few feathers and spent his days eating a lot—a whole lot—and trying to stand up without falling down. As his legs grew stronger, Timothy Tom would wander outside of the big red barn and into the pasture. He was wowed by the lush fields, the endless shelter of the sky and all the freedom. He would gobble here and gobble there and gobble almost everywhere.
As a young poult, Timothy Tom did not follow all the rules. For example, when other turkeys would practice their gobbles, Timothy Tom would goof around and practice his "fowl" jokes.
"What's the difference between a chicken and an egg? One is cracked."
"If a pigeon flies over, what should you do? Duck!"
"Why does the rooster say cock-a-doodle-do? Because he's not a chicken."
Timothy Tom's jokes always drew mixed reviews from the crowd. Some would flap their wings and coo; others would boo; but the motherly turkeys and old toms, too, would shush, scold, and yelp very loudly: 'That's enough, TIMOTHY; that's enough.' Timothy Tom didn't care. He thought he was hilarious and would laugh himself silly.
Timothy Tom always thought life on the Bayleigh Becky Turkey Farm was the best place ever to live. However, the Bayleigh Becki Turkey Farm was the only place Timothy Tom had ever lived. No matter, to him, he thought what could be better than doing what you want, sunbathing, and eating all you can eat everyday of your life. It was a terrific life. However, as time passed, Timothy Tom grew to understand that the farm life was not as idyllic and simple as he lived it to be.
Firstly, the farm was IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE. All Timothy Tom could see for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles was grass and a tree here and there. Secondly, there were times when the barn was jammed, beak-to-beak, with noisy crazed turkeys. Thirdly, every Tuesday, like clockwork, his friends and many other turkeys would enter the barn and mysteriously disappear—never to return. Lastly, if that wasn't bad enough, there was this great GIANT scale in the middle of the barn that frightened all the turkeys.
Chester, Timothy Tom's best friend, would warn Timmy to eat only a few grains of feed each day in order to stay alive, strong, and, most importantly, to avoid becoming fat. Then exercise, exercise, exercise by running laps around the yard to burn off extra ounces. He would always say every ounce counted and sixteen ounces equaled a pound of flesh. And if a turkey weighed eight pounds it was time to worry. But, ten pounds or more would spell doom. He said to always remember that the farm was not home or a safe place to be if you are a turkey.
To Timothy Tom that was the strangest thing to say since the farm was only full of turkeys.
Timothy Tom did not believe Chester. To eat or not to eat was not a question. He thought Chester was out of his mind. Especially since there were tons of grain to eat. Why would he or any other turkey only eat one grain of it? That would be dumb. Even the signs over every feed station said all you can eat. Dah . . . it was free food that brought joy to all.
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Chapter 1 - In the Middle of Nowhere
A farm is a farm is a farm is a farm and nestled in the middle of nowhere was the Bayleigh Becki Turkey Farm. It was surrounded by acres and acres of green grass under a heavenly blue sky. The farm was home to hundreds of gobbling turkeys of every size and shape, including one really curious little poult named Timothy Tom.
Timothy Tom had spindly legs, very few feathers and spent his days eating a lot—a whole lot—and trying to stand up without falling down. As his legs grew stronger, Timothy Tom would wander outside of the big red barn and into the pasture. He was wowed by the lush fields, the endless shelter of the sky and all the freedom. He would gobble here and gobble there and gobble almost everywhere.
As a young poult, Timothy Tom did not follow all the rules. For example, when other turkeys would practice their gobbles, Timothy Tom would goof around and practice his "fowl" jokes.
"What's the difference between a chicken and an egg? One is cracked."
"If a pigeon flies over, what should you do? Duck!"
"Why does the rooster say cock-a-doodle-do? Because he's not a chicken."
Timothy Tom's jokes always drew mixed reviews from the crowd. Some would flap their wings and coo; others would boo; but the motherly turkeys and old toms, too, would shush, scold, and yelp very loudly: 'That's enough, TIMOTHY; that's enough.' Timothy Tom didn't care. He thought he was hilarious and would laugh himself silly.
Timothy Tom always thought life on the Bayleigh Becky Turkey Farm was the best place ever to live. However, the Bayleigh Becki Turkey Farm was the only place Timothy Tom had ever lived. No matter, to him, he thought what could be better than doing what you want, sunbathing, and eating all you can eat everyday of your life. It was a terrific life. However, as time passed, Timothy Tom grew to understand that the farm life was not as idyllic and simple as he lived it to be.
Firstly, the farm was IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE. All Timothy Tom could see for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles was grass and a tree here and there. Secondly, there were times when the barn was jammed, beak-to-beak, with noisy crazed turkeys. Thirdly, every Tuesday, like clockwork, his friends and many other turkeys would enter the barn and mysteriously disappear—never to return. Lastly, if that wasn't bad enough, there was this great GIANT scale in the middle of the barn that frightened all the turkeys.
Chester, Timothy Tom's best friend, would warn Timmy to eat only a few grains of feed each day in order to stay alive, strong, and, most importantly, to avoid becoming fat. Then exercise, exercise, exercise by running laps around the yard to burn off extra ounces. He would always say every ounce counted and sixteen ounces equaled a pound of flesh. And if a turkey weighed eight pounds it was time to worry. But, ten pounds or more would spell doom. He said to always remember that the farm was not home or a safe place to be if you are a turkey.
To Timothy Tom that was the strangest thing to say since the farm was only full of turkeys.
Timothy Tom did not believe Chester. To eat or not to eat was not a question. He thought Chester was out of his mind. Especially since there were tons of grain to eat. Why would he or any other turkey only eat one grain of it? That would be dumb. Even the signs over every feed station said all you can eat. Dah . . . it was free food that brought joy to all.
a great escape
A fairy tale by any other name . . . The narrative of this book is about life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness or how two witty turkeys—born on a turkey farm—make a great escape to avoid their fate, which leads them on an unimaginable adventure as they journey to freedom.
Chapter 1 - In the Middle of Nowhere
A farm is a farm is a farm is a farm and nestled in the middle of nowhere was the Bayleigh Becki Turkey Farm. It was surrounded by acres and acres of green grass under a heavenly blue sky. The farm was home to hundreds of gobbling turkeys of every size and shape, including one really curious little poult named Timothy Tom.
Timothy Tom had spindly legs, very few feathers and spent his days eating a lot—a whole lot—and trying to stand up without falling down. As his legs grew stronger, Timothy Tom would wander outside of the big red barn and into the pasture. He was wowed by the lush fields, the endless shelter of the sky and all the freedom. He would gobble here and gobble there and gobble almost everywhere.
As a young poult, Timothy Tom did not follow all the rules. For example, when other turkeys would practice their gobbles, Timothy Tom would goof around and practice his "fowl" jokes.
"What's the difference between a chicken and an egg? One is cracked."
"If a pigeon flies over, what should you do? Duck!"
"Why does the rooster say cock-a-doodle-do? Because he's not a chicken."
Timothy Tom's jokes always drew mixed reviews from the crowd. Some would flap their wings and coo; others would boo; but the motherly turkeys and old toms, too, would shush, scold, and yelp very loudly: 'That's enough, TIMOTHY; that's enough.' Timothy Tom didn't care. He thought he was hilarious and would laugh himself silly.
Timothy Tom always thought life on the Bayleigh Becky Turkey Farm was the best place ever to live. However, the Bayleigh Becki Turkey Farm was the only place Timothy Tom had ever lived. No matter, to him, he thought what could be better than doing what you want, sunbathing, and eating all you can eat everyday of your life. It was a terrific life. However, as time passed, Timothy Tom grew to understand that the farm life was not as idyllic and simple as he lived it to be.
Firstly, the farm was IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE. All Timothy Tom could see for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles was grass and a tree here and there. Secondly, there were times when the barn was jammed, beak-to-beak, with noisy crazed turkeys. Thirdly, every Tuesday, like clockwork, his friends and many other turkeys would enter the barn and mysteriously disappear—never to return. Lastly, if that wasn't bad enough, there was this great GIANT scale in the middle of the barn that frightened all the turkeys.
Chester, Timothy Tom's best friend, would warn Timmy to eat only a few grains of feed each day in order to stay alive, strong, and, most importantly, to avoid becoming fat. Then exercise, exercise, exercise by running laps around the yard to burn off extra ounces. He would always say every ounce counted and sixteen ounces equaled a pound of flesh. And if a turkey weighed eight pounds it was time to worry. But, ten pounds or more would spell doom. He said to always remember that the farm was not home or a safe place to be if you are a turkey.
To Timothy Tom that was the strangest thing to say since the farm was only full of turkeys.
Timothy Tom did not believe Chester. To eat or not to eat was not a question. He thought Chester was out of his mind. Especially since there were tons of grain to eat. Why would he or any other turkey only eat one grain of it? That would be dumb. Even the signs over every feed station said all you can eat. Dah . . . it was free food that brought joy to all.
Chapter 1 - In the Middle of Nowhere
A farm is a farm is a farm is a farm and nestled in the middle of nowhere was the Bayleigh Becki Turkey Farm. It was surrounded by acres and acres of green grass under a heavenly blue sky. The farm was home to hundreds of gobbling turkeys of every size and shape, including one really curious little poult named Timothy Tom.
Timothy Tom had spindly legs, very few feathers and spent his days eating a lot—a whole lot—and trying to stand up without falling down. As his legs grew stronger, Timothy Tom would wander outside of the big red barn and into the pasture. He was wowed by the lush fields, the endless shelter of the sky and all the freedom. He would gobble here and gobble there and gobble almost everywhere.
As a young poult, Timothy Tom did not follow all the rules. For example, when other turkeys would practice their gobbles, Timothy Tom would goof around and practice his "fowl" jokes.
"What's the difference between a chicken and an egg? One is cracked."
"If a pigeon flies over, what should you do? Duck!"
"Why does the rooster say cock-a-doodle-do? Because he's not a chicken."
Timothy Tom's jokes always drew mixed reviews from the crowd. Some would flap their wings and coo; others would boo; but the motherly turkeys and old toms, too, would shush, scold, and yelp very loudly: 'That's enough, TIMOTHY; that's enough.' Timothy Tom didn't care. He thought he was hilarious and would laugh himself silly.
Timothy Tom always thought life on the Bayleigh Becky Turkey Farm was the best place ever to live. However, the Bayleigh Becki Turkey Farm was the only place Timothy Tom had ever lived. No matter, to him, he thought what could be better than doing what you want, sunbathing, and eating all you can eat everyday of your life. It was a terrific life. However, as time passed, Timothy Tom grew to understand that the farm life was not as idyllic and simple as he lived it to be.
Firstly, the farm was IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE. All Timothy Tom could see for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles was grass and a tree here and there. Secondly, there were times when the barn was jammed, beak-to-beak, with noisy crazed turkeys. Thirdly, every Tuesday, like clockwork, his friends and many other turkeys would enter the barn and mysteriously disappear—never to return. Lastly, if that wasn't bad enough, there was this great GIANT scale in the middle of the barn that frightened all the turkeys.
Chester, Timothy Tom's best friend, would warn Timmy to eat only a few grains of feed each day in order to stay alive, strong, and, most importantly, to avoid becoming fat. Then exercise, exercise, exercise by running laps around the yard to burn off extra ounces. He would always say every ounce counted and sixteen ounces equaled a pound of flesh. And if a turkey weighed eight pounds it was time to worry. But, ten pounds or more would spell doom. He said to always remember that the farm was not home or a safe place to be if you are a turkey.
To Timothy Tom that was the strangest thing to say since the farm was only full of turkeys.
Timothy Tom did not believe Chester. To eat or not to eat was not a question. He thought Chester was out of his mind. Especially since there were tons of grain to eat. Why would he or any other turkey only eat one grain of it? That would be dumb. Even the signs over every feed station said all you can eat. Dah . . . it was free food that brought joy to all.
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Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9798765503553 |
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| Publisher: | Barnes & Noble Press |
| Publication date: | 12/16/2021 |
| Pages: | 62 |
| Product dimensions: | 5.00(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.31(d) |
| Age Range: | 9 - 12 Years |
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