the Butterball Turkey fitness class by ric gustafson
Anita Cobb nervously bit her fingernails as she waited by the front desk. She smiled as a young woman entered carrying a blue workout bag. She shook Anita's hand. " Hi, I'm Pamela Cross".
" Anita" was her reply as she opened the door leading to the stairs. " We're glad you are here to teach the class at the last minute".
" I'm not sure what the class is" she said as they reached the bottom and turned toward a room on the right. " But here I am".
They reached the room and walked in. Pamela did not see anyone there except for six loud gobbling turkeys. " Where's the fitness class?".
Anita pointed at the turkeys.
" They are turkeys" she exclaimed loudly as the turkeys gobbled louder. " What's going on here?".
" Butterball has a mystery on their hands".
" What do you mean?".
" These turkeys did not get plump enough for Thanksgiving".
" You mean skinny turkeys".
" Keep your voice down" Anita said as the turkeys gobbled louder. " They are very self conscious".
" Butterball doesn't know what happened".
" No" she replied in a hush tone. " Could be antibiotics, they are not sure".
" No turkey for Thanksgiving" Pamela retorted as she walked out to change in the dressing room. When she returned, Anita had an angry look on her face. " Thanks to your loud remark, all the turkeys ran out and escaped".
Pamela could not believe what she was hearing.
" Butterball is not going to be happy".
Pamela left the YMCA with a puzzled look on her face.
research help: an MSN.com article
Peace and a happy Thanksgiving to all. Love Ric
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