A LETTER FROM A CHRISTMAS TURKEY. 



O, J.»J/ 



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Dear Little Okes : — 



VERY suspicious-look- 

 ing man came into the 

 barn-yard the other day. 

 He looked all around 

 among my brothers and 

 cousins. Then he 

 pointed at me and said 

 I was a nice, big fellow. 

 This made me feel very 

 proud. 



When he put his hand 

 into his pocket I sup- 

 posed he was going to 

 give me some corn. Instead of that he counted out money to my 

 master. Then I knew he would take me away, and I began gob- 

 bling good-by to my relatives and friends of the barn-yard. 



JS^ow I am alone in the little pen he brought me to. I have been 

 thinking of all this fuss over me, and having so many good things 

 to eat must mean something. I gobbled to some other fowls run- 

 ning about in a yard, and found out from them that it was almost 

 Christmas-time. 



ISTow let me ease your tender little hearts about my career being 

 so suddenly cut short. I want to tell you that in Turkeydom it is 

 considered a great glory to be the centre of attraction at a Christ- 

 mas dinner-table ; to be dressed up in a nice brown coat ; to be 

 surrounded by sparkling jellies, rich cranberry sauce, and all the 

 other good things ; to hear the children cry, " Oh ! Oh ! " and the 

 papas and mammas say, "What a fine turkey! " This is what we 



