Carly's First Thanksgiving
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The town of Gobblers Pass was preparing for the biggest celebration of the year. In their opinion: nothing could match the joy of Thanksgiving Day. A day when every creature, big or small, would gather with friends and family to sit down at their tables, and enjoy a feast like no other. Everyone- except one lonely turkey named Carly.

Carly's First Thanksgiving

The town of Gobblers Pass was preparing for the biggest celebration of the year. In their opinion ,nothing could match the joy of Thanksgiving day.

A day when every creature, big or small, would gather with friends and family to sit down at their tables, and enjoy a feast unlike any other. Everyone--except one lonely turkey named Carly.

Carly feared Thanksgiving, ever since she was a small hen.

Carly’s mother had always warned her about Thanksgiving, and how she should never go outside alone, under any circumstance on that particular day. “Why can’t I go outside?” Carly asked her mom.

“Thanksgiving is not a good day for turkeys, little one,” Mom said. “We must always be wary of strangers, and never trust anyone on that day."

“Promise me, Carly, that you will never go outside on Thanksgiving Day.” “I promise,” Carly said.

Carly kept her promise to her mother, and spent the next five years living alone, in a house that was carved from a large pumpkin and a roof made of leaves.

Every year on Thanksgiving Day, Carly remained in her house, but this year, she wanted to get out.

Thanksgiving was less than a day away, and she knew that she would have to be extra careful of strangers tomorrow. Her mother warned her about Thanksgiving, but Carly never understood why.

Carly awoke on Thanksgiving day, and decided she was no longer going to remain a prisoner in her own home. “I’m going outside today,” she said.

Carly gobbled and wobbled through fields and streams, and said hello to friends that she hadn’t seen in a while. I’m not afraid, she thought, as she made her way around town.

I don’t understand why Mom was so afraid of Thanksgiving day. “It’s a beautiful day to be alive,” she said, “I think I’ll take a walk in the woods.”

Carly came across a group of animals, all enjoying a meal together and having fun. “Come sit with us,” Mr. Raccoon said to Carly. “Yeah,” said Mr. Bear, “there is plenty of food."

Carly thought about the invitation for a moment, and then remembered her mother’s words: Never trust anyone on Thanksgiving Day.

“I’m sorry,” Carly said, “but I really must be going.” “Okay,” said Mr. Bear, “maybe next year.”

“Happy Thanksgiving,” the animals shouted, as Carly walked away. They seemed Nice, Carly thought, but Mom told me not to trust anyone on this day.

Carly then came upon a family of squirrels gathering nuts for the winter. “Happy Thanksgiving,” said Mrs.Squirrel, “Would you like to join us for dinner?” “That is very kind of you,” Carly said, “but no, thank you.”

“Okay,” said Mrs. Squirrel, “another time, perhaps.”

“Another time,” Carly said. They also seemed very nice, Carly thought. Could Mom have been wrong about Thanksgiving day? Why did Mom want me to remain indoors today? It doesn’t make any sense.

As Carly continued her journey, a young girl approached and introduced herself. “Hello, my name is Sally,” she said, “what is your name?”

“Nice to meet you, Sally, my name is Carly.”

“Why are you alone on Thanksgiving day?” Sally asked. “I’d rather not say,” Carly said, “It’s actually quite embarrassing.”

“Don’t be ashamed,” Sally said, “you can tell me.”

“Okay,” Carly said, “I’m afraid of Thanksgiving.”

As the words came out of Carly’s mouth, the young girl's brother jumped out from behind a tree, and threw a rope over Carly’s neck. “What’s going on?” Carly cried.

“This is my brother, James,” Sally said. “We are bringing you home to our family. You will be our guest of honor on this Thanksgiving Day.” “Daddy will be pleased with this one,” James said.

“Well, I found her,” Sally pouted.

“Yes,” James said, “but I caught her.”

Carly pecked at James, and James let go of the rope, as Carly made her escape. “Come back,” Sally said. These must be the people mother warned me of, Carly thought, as she scurried through the woods.

Carly moved so fast, that some of her feathers fell off as she flew by branches and trees. “That’s it” Carly said, “I will never go out on this day ever again.

” I should’ve listened to Mother, and heeded her warnings--but no- - I had to be a stubborn bird brain. I’m going home and locking the doors.

Carly didn’t stop to talk to anyone as she made her way home-—not the friendly turkey who said, “hello,” or the group of deer that wanted to play tag.

She was in no mood to talk to anyone, or play some stupid game. Why do they call it Thanksgiving? Carly thought. I have nothing to be thankful for.

“I have no family left, and not one good friend,” she mumbled to herself. Mom was right, this is not a day for turkeys. As Carly was walking home, she came upon a house and peeked in the window.

Carly could not believe what she was witnessing. A family of cats, all sitting down for dinner, and the main course was roasted turkey. Carly backed away from the window, and began to cry.

"Mom was right,” she said, “Thanksgiving is a horrible day for turkeys.” “Doesn’t anyone care that I am a living and breathing creature?” Carly shouted.

“I care,” a voice spoke out from behind Carly. Carly was afraid to look, but slowly turned around and saw a rabbit.

“Who are you?” Carly asked. “My name is Mr. Hop, and this is my daughter, Buffy. " "I’m sorry for eavesdropping,” Mr. Hop said, “but I couldn’t help but overhear your dislike of Thanksgiving."

“Yeah,” Carly said, “I have seen what people do to turkeys on Thanksgiving, and I think it’s absolutely horrific.”

“Well, I won’t argue with you there,” Said Mr. Hop, “but I don’t think everyone looks at turkeys as food.”

“Really?” Carly said. “Sure,” Mr. Hop said, “I have plenty of turkey friends, and I never once thought about eating any of them--but then again--I’m a vegetarian."

“Anyway, my daughter and I would be honored if you would join us for our annual Thanksgiving celebration at my home.” “You want me to come to your party?” Carly asked.

“We would be delighted to have you,” Mr. Hop said, “and I don’t mean for the main course.” “I don’t know,” Carly said. “You have to learn to trust someone,” Mr. Hop said.

“Fine, my name is Carly.” “Nice to meet you, Carly,” Mr. Hop said, “now let’s go and have ourselves a regular wing-ding. Sorry,” Mr. Hop said, “no pun intended.”

Carly joined Mr. Hop and his many friends for one of the best meals she had ever eaten. That day, she learned what Thanksgiving was all about.

It wasn’t a day to be afraid of others, but a day to give thanks for all the blessings that she had in her life.

There is good in all creatures, big and small, and all Carly had to do was open her eyes and learn to trust one to see what Thanksgiving was all about.

THE END

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