The Turkey Godfather, flash fiction by Phyllis Souza at Spillwords.com

The Turkey Godfather

The Turkey Godfather

written by: Phyllis Souza

 

Meet Frank, not just any turkey, but a Thanksgiving Turkey known as the Godfather. His long white wings, a symbol of protection, envelop six beautiful hens, three under each wing, ensuring their safety.

A lot of gobbling is going on—the young, tender birds are about to be sacrificed by the people, for the people. The hens, trembling in fear, their hearts pounding, voice their confusion and fear. “Why? Do they not know how we feel?”

“Sadly, they don’t,” Frank’s wings flap, exposing the trembling hens.

“We don’t want to die,” the hens plead, their voices filled with the desire to live.

“There is a way to save the day,” Frank says. He is tough, rough, and ready. He will sharpen his claws, fluff his feathers, and march out of his pen to protest for the rights of hens.

The hens huddle together and chatter, “The Godfather knows what to do. He’ll plead for change.”

They join wings, a symbol of their unity and determination. “We will strike,” the hens declare, their voices echoing with courage.

And does the entire population of turkeys do the same?

Unfortunately, not. However, it’s a start. If you listen, on Thanksgiving Day, somewhere, Frank, the Turkey Godfather, and six happy hens are giving thanks and pecking on sweet kernels of golden corn.

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