the Butterball Turkey fitness class

the Butterball Turkey fitness class by ric Gustafson


Anita Cobb quietly waited by the front desk. She smiled when she noticed a young woman walking through the front door. She was carrying a blue workout bag.
She shook Anita's hand. " Hi, I'm Pamela Cross".
" Anita" was her reply.
They walked down the two flights of steps. " We're glad you are here to teach the class at the last moment".
" I'm not sure what the class is". They reached the end of the stairs. " But here I am".
They walked up to a fitness classroom. Pamela looked in. She did not see anyone except for six loud gobbling turkeys. " Where's the fitness class?". She looked at Anita. " I only see turkeys".
The turkeys gobbled louder.
" Butterball has a mystery on their hands".
" What is that?".
" These turkeys have not gotten plump enough for Thanksgiving".
" You mean skinny turkeys".
" Keep your voice down".
The turkeys gobbled louder.
" They are very self conscious".
" Great no turkey for Thanksgiving". She walked upstairs to change. When she returned, Anita had an angry look on her face.
" Thanks to you, a turkey came in disguise and rescued them all".
Pamela could not believe what she was hearing.
" Butterball is not going to be happy".
As Pamela walked outside to leave, she could hear a gobbling noise coming from a nearby bush.

The End


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