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Mr. Turkey read the book on meditation that Santa Claus had given him, at least two dozen times, but he still could not get over his constant nervousness. Finally, he just could not take it any more thinking about, being a Thanksgiving or Christmas meal someday. Well one day he died all his feathers jet black, and started sitting up on tree branches around Centerville day and night squawking at the town's citizens passing by. Everyone thought he was trying to pass himself off as a grouchy old crow, but nobody could really tell. He just sat there all day wearing these two bright red tennis shoes. It was indeed one of the strangest sights that anyone had ever seen before, or since, besides that flying horse of course. You can still find Mr. Turkey up in that very same tree squawking today.
Charlie the Great White Horse and the Story of the Magic Jingle Bells Page 20
