MARCUS: Oh, what are those? They look like turkeys with the feathers still attached.
RUSTY: They are. Wild turkeys. I wonder where Jan took this picture?
CYNDI: In wild turkey country, obviously.
MERCI: And that would be where?
MICAH: Don't they have a state named after them?
BUDDY: No. You must be thinking of Tennessee, but they're famous for their Wild Turkey bourbon, not wild turkeys.
PERCY: And you would know that how?
BUDDY: I did a web search for wild turkeys.
SAM: I sure would like to catch those wild turkeys. There are five. One for each of us and the cats could split the fifth. The fifth wild turkey, not a fifth of bourbon.
MARCUS: Have any of you ever caught a wild turkey before? Did you eat it all or spit out the feathers?
RUSTY: None of us have ever gone wild turkey hunting. That's a good question. The turkey Jan brought home for Thanksgiving was bald and smelled heavenly in the oven.
MERCI: I wish we could have had some of it.
MICAH: Oh, it tasted better than it smelled in the oven.
PERCY: How do you know that?
MICAH: I had some.
CYNDI: Jan gave you some and we didn't get any? How did you rate?
MICAH: I didn't "rate". I helped myself. It was cooling on the stovetop and ... well, you know how I like to nap there when it's cold and Jan isn't around.
BUDDY: And you just helped yourself?
MICAH: Well, there it was under my nose, so, yes, I helped myself.
SAM: And you didn't share?
MICAH: I didn't want to call attention to what I was doing. So after I ate all that turkey I could handle, I jumped down and napped in the big chair. It was a great Thanksgiving.
BUDDY: Evidently when we write one of these monthly Fractured Fryday Hairy Tails posts, we will have to put a disclaimer on it so you will know it's greatly exaggerated.
SAM: This week we had to use the phrase "after I ate all that turkey".
CYNDI: Yes, Micah DID eat a good bit of Jan's chicken cooling on the stove recently but she did not buy and roast a turkey for Thanksgiving. We haven't had a working oven for over a year.
PERCY: So this time Micah is innocent. But next post he could very well be guilty! So don't be fooled. Strange things do happen around here but this wasn't one of them.
MICAH: We actually had ham yesterday. Thank you, Mr. Mark (for whom Marcus was named), for providing the ham and telling Jan she had to share with us.
MERCI: But the entire post is not a "furry tail". Jan did take the picture of the wild turkeys.
Fractured Fryday Hairy Tails blog hop is hosted by Murphy and Stanley, the handsome mini goldendoodles.
It's also time for the weekly Friday Pet Parade blog hop hosted by Rascal and Roscoe. It is co-hosted by Bionic Basil, Barking From the Bayou and Love is being owned by a husky.