Dear Farmer Ambrose,
My name is Kathleen. You can call me Turkey Kathleen because I'm a turkey on your farm. You can not eat me because I can do some things that will help you. Here are two things I could do for you.
I know you are allergic to nature. Here is what I can do for you. Because you're allergic to sage brush, I will eat all the sage brush you want me to eat. I also heard that you are allergic to weeds. I love weeds. Kind of like with the sage brush, I will eat all the weeds you want me to. I've been watching you near flowers and I see how you sneeze because of the pollen. I could eat the pollen so you can get close to the flowers.
I will also let you have some things like some of my eggs for turkey scrambled eggs. I bet they're good. If you need to dress up as an Indian, I would give you two feathers of mine for the thingy-mabob. This is what it looks like [she drew a picture of a headband with feathers].
You should consider trying pig. There is a nice plump pig that has a lot of meat, or try just stuffing as the main course of the meal. I can help your Thanksgiving feast be a blast. Please spare me.
Love, a very nice turkey,
Turkey Kathleen
P.S. I would hate for you to get sick because of pollen flying everywhere. =)






































