the Butterball turkey fitness class

the Butterball turkey fitness class by ric Gustafson


Anita Cobb nervously bit her finger nails as she walked up to 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". She opened the door leading to a set of stairs. " We're glad you are here to teach the class at the last minute.
" I'm not sure what the class is". They walked down the steps. " But here I am".
They walked into a room off the stairs.
Pamela did not see anybody except for six loud gobbling turkeys. " Where's the fitness class?".
Anita pointed at the birds.
" They are turkeys" Pamela yelled. " What's going on here?".
" Butterball has a mystery to solve".
" What do you mean?".
" These turkeys do not get plump enough for Thanksgiving".
Pamela pointed at the birds. " They are turkeys".
Gobble Gobble.
" Keep your voice down" Anita replied quietly. " They are very self conscious".
" So Butterball is trying to find out why their turkeys are skinny".
Gobble Gobble
" Please keep your voice down".
" Great no turkey for Thanksgiving" was Pamela's retort as she picked up her gym bag. " I have to go change". When she returned, Anita had a mad look on her face. " Thanks to your loud remarks, all the turkeys left".
Pamela left the YMCA with a puzzled look on her face.

The End


research help: an MSN.com article


Peace and God's blessings. Love Ric