the Butterball Turkey fitness class

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 came in carrying a blue workout bag. She shook Anita's hand. " Hi, I'm Pamela Cross".
She opened the door leading to the stairs. " I'm Anita".
They reached the bottom stair.
" We're glad you are here to teach a class at the last minute".
" I'm not sure what the class is" Pamela said as they turned toward a room on the right. " But here I am".
They walked into the room.
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!" Pamela exclaimed loudly. The turkeys gobble 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".
Pamela frowned. " You mean these are skinny turkeys".
" Keep your voice down". The turkeys gobbled louder. " They are very self conscious".
" Butterball doesn't know what happened".
" No" Anita replied in a soft voice. " Could be antibiotics, they are not sure".
Pamela picked up her bag to change. " Oh well, I guess no turkey for Thanksgiving".When she returned, Anita had an angry look on her face. " Thanks to your loud comment, all the turkeys ran out and escaped".
Pamela could not believe what she was hearing.
Anita frowned and shook her head. " Butterball is not going to be happy".
Pamela left the YMCA with a puzzled look on her face.

The End


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Peace and God's blessings. Love Ric