Lemuel had been anxiously awaiting his morning visit from Kid. He hoped that she didn’t skip a day because then he might leave without ever getting to say good-bye to her. She’d been a better friend to him than the rest of the turkeys, and it would be terrible for her if she came by and all the turkeys were gone. She’d worry terribly, and he couldn’t count on the chickens to get the story right. So when he saw her jump down from the top of the fence in the hedgerow he called to her excitedly.
She ran over and he told her all about the new home they’d be going to. It would be a turkey sanctuary – a place where turkeys were never slaughtered for the table, and there would be good food and the company of other animals. Even if they were in different enclosures, well he had wings. He could fly out and visit. He probably wouldn’t do it that often, as he didn’t want to get a reputation as a trouble-maker, but the zoo probably closed at some point in the afternoon or evening, and he could do his visiting then or in the early mornings.
Kid was beside herself with happiness. The only thing that had made the holiday less than perfect was worries about the fate of the turkeys. He’d miss Lemuel terribly, but it was more important that he had a safe place to live than for Kid to be able to see him. As they talked more about what life might be like there, Kid had an idea. It was possible that the zoo would have computers in the office, and maybe there were some cats there who were internet savvy, or maybe even a dog, although most dogs didn’t have the dexterity required to use a computer. She had Lemuel memorize Emma’s email address, and he promised that he’d ask around to the other residents of the zoo, or even animal visitors and try to get at least one message to Emma about their new home.
Kid stayed until she saw Bart heading from the house towards the barn. She wanted to spend as much time with her friend as she could before he left, but knew better than to let Bart see her. She called good-bye and good luck to Lemuel as she went back to her own yard. She raced to the house, but Val was at work so she couldn’t get inside, and Buddy was guarding the deck. She told him the good news and asked if he could get Ziggy or Bella’s attention so that Emma could spread the news to the others who’d been worried about the turkeys. Grudgingly he said he’d pass it on, but that she’d better not come up on his deck. Kid rolled her eyes and headed off to the neighbor’s shed where she could have a nice nap on their outdoor cushions.
It was a while before Buddy saw Ziggy at the window, but he finally passed along the news and asked him to tell Emma to send out an email to the other cats. Emma shook her head a bit in confusion when she got the message but promised to send out the email.
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From: Emmabuddyandkid@kittymail.com
Subject: New home for the turkeys!!!
Hi! I just got some fourth hand information about the turkeys and Kid wanted me to pass it along. I’m not sure if this is quite accurate, since Lemuel told Kid, who told Buddy, who told Ziggy who told me what I’m about to write.
Lemuel and the hens are going to the Bronx Zoo to live, and they’re going to sell popcorn there. Bart’s daughter is buying the zoo so that the turkeys will have a place to live. They’re sending a Sunny Delight truck to take them up there, sometime soon I think.
That doesn’t make an awful lot of sense to me, but Ziggy was positive that was what Buddy had told him. Once Val gets home tonight and Kid comes in for dinner I’ll check this out and send a correction if necessary. The one thing Ziggy was very insistent on was to send this email right away, so I’m sending it. Now tell me, how are turkeys going to sell popcorn? Eat popcorn, that I could believe, but not sell it. Imagine getting butter on those turkey feathers. What a mess!
ttfn
Emma
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Before Val got home, responses began arriving.
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TO: Emmabuddyandkid@kittymail.com
FROM: runa@coldhaus.com
SUBJECT: Re: New home for the turkeys!!!
Hi, Runa here. Well that’s good news, I think. When I was in my professional days, there were folks who sold popcorn and other snacks at the big dog shows in which I was competing. They were humans, but popcorn and zoos/animal shows often go together. I’ve always wanted to go to the Bronx Zoo – those turkeys really are lucky. We had a really quiet Thanksgiving here. Benji and her grown kittens were really disappointed not to get any turkey, but hey, they have a place to live and people who feed them. Don’t need more than that.
Runa
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TO: Emmabuddyandkid@kittymail.com
FROM: clem@catlover.com
SUBJECT: Re: New home for the turkeys!!!
Wow, that sounds really cool, I think. What is a zoo? What’s popcorn? And what’s Sunny Delight?
I just wish the yarn lady would come home. It’s been sooooo lonely here, even though Peep’s Mommy did come by and play with me for a long time yesterday. That was really nice. Peep’s Mommy said the yarn lady would be home sometime tonight. I’m waiting with all of my yarn balls (or at least as many as I could find). If she doesn’t play with me when she gets home I’m gonna start throwing them at her.
Clementine
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Rudy had read the email from Emma while the Mommy and the Daddy had gone to take care of Grey. She didn’t bother answering because she was pretty sure that the message was screwed up. She knew about things like zoos, because she watched a lot of television, especially in the winter. No one can buy the Bronx Zoo. Even Donald Trump couldn’t buy it. Zoos weren’t owned by a person. And beyond that, zoos have exotic animals, not domestic ones. Well, big zoos don’t have farm animals. Little zoos might, just like big and little circuses. Big circuses had lions and tigers and bears (oh my!). Little circuses had dancing dogs and maybe one elephant or an elderly bear. Whatever. Rudy figured another email would come in some time tonight with the correct information. It would be nice though if the turkeys had found a safe place to live.
She ran over and he told her all about the new home they’d be going to. It would be a turkey sanctuary – a place where turkeys were never slaughtered for the table, and there would be good food and the company of other animals. Even if they were in different enclosures, well he had wings. He could fly out and visit. He probably wouldn’t do it that often, as he didn’t want to get a reputation as a trouble-maker, but the zoo probably closed at some point in the afternoon or evening, and he could do his visiting then or in the early mornings.
Kid was beside herself with happiness. The only thing that had made the holiday less than perfect was worries about the fate of the turkeys. He’d miss Lemuel terribly, but it was more important that he had a safe place to live than for Kid to be able to see him. As they talked more about what life might be like there, Kid had an idea. It was possible that the zoo would have computers in the office, and maybe there were some cats there who were internet savvy, or maybe even a dog, although most dogs didn’t have the dexterity required to use a computer. She had Lemuel memorize Emma’s email address, and he promised that he’d ask around to the other residents of the zoo, or even animal visitors and try to get at least one message to Emma about their new home.
Kid stayed until she saw Bart heading from the house towards the barn. She wanted to spend as much time with her friend as she could before he left, but knew better than to let Bart see her. She called good-bye and good luck to Lemuel as she went back to her own yard. She raced to the house, but Val was at work so she couldn’t get inside, and Buddy was guarding the deck. She told him the good news and asked if he could get Ziggy or Bella’s attention so that Emma could spread the news to the others who’d been worried about the turkeys. Grudgingly he said he’d pass it on, but that she’d better not come up on his deck. Kid rolled her eyes and headed off to the neighbor’s shed where she could have a nice nap on their outdoor cushions.
It was a while before Buddy saw Ziggy at the window, but he finally passed along the news and asked him to tell Emma to send out an email to the other cats. Emma shook her head a bit in confusion when she got the message but promised to send out the email.
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To
: From:
Subject: New home for the turkeys!!!
Hi! I just got some fourth hand information about the turkeys and Kid wanted me to pass it along. I’m not sure if this is quite accurate, since Lemuel told Kid, who told Buddy, who told Ziggy who told me what I’m about to write.
Lemuel and the hens are going to the Bronx Zoo to live, and they’re going to sell popcorn there. Bart’s daughter is buying the zoo so that the turkeys will have a place to live. They’re sending a Sunny Delight truck to take them up there, sometime soon I think.
That doesn’t make an awful lot of sense to me, but Ziggy was positive that was what Buddy had told him. Once Val gets home tonight and Kid comes in for dinner I’ll check this out and send a correction if necessary. The one thing Ziggy was very insistent on was to send this email right away, so I’m sending it. Now tell me, how are turkeys going to sell popcorn? Eat popcorn, that I could believe, but not sell it. Imagine getting butter on those turkey feathers. What a mess!
ttfn
Emma
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Before Val got home, responses began arriving.
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TO:
FROM:
SUBJECT: Re: New home for the turkeys!!!
Hi, Runa here. Well that’s good news, I think. When I was in my professional days, there were folks who sold popcorn and other snacks at the big dog shows in which I was competing. They were humans, but popcorn and zoos/animal shows often go together. I’ve always wanted to go to the Bronx Zoo – those turkeys really are lucky. We had a really quiet Thanksgiving here. Benji and her grown kittens were really disappointed not to get any turkey, but hey, they have a place to live and people who feed them. Don’t need more than that.
Runa
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TO: FROM:
SUBJECT: Re: New home for the turkeys!!!
Wow, that sounds really cool, I think. What is a zoo? What’s popcorn? And what’s Sunny Delight?
I just wish the yarn lady would come home. It’s been sooooo lonely here, even though Peep’s Mommy did come by and play with me for a long time yesterday. That was really nice. Peep’s Mommy said the yarn lady would be home sometime tonight. I’m waiting with all of my yarn balls (or at least as many as I could find). If she doesn’t play with me when she gets home I’m gonna start throwing them at her.
Clementine
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Rudy had read the email from Emma while the Mommy and the Daddy had gone to take care of Grey. She didn’t bother answering because she was pretty sure that the message was screwed up. She knew about things like zoos, because she watched a lot of television, especially in the winter. No one can buy the Bronx Zoo. Even Donald Trump couldn’t buy it. Zoos weren’t owned by a person. And beyond that, zoos have exotic animals, not domestic ones. Well, big zoos don’t have farm animals. Little zoos might, just like big and little circuses. Big circuses had lions and tigers and bears (oh my!). Little circuses had dancing dogs and maybe one elephant or an elderly bear. Whatever. Rudy figured another email would come in some time tonight with the correct information. It would be nice though if the turkeys had found a safe place to live.
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