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 her hand. " Hi, I'm Pamela Cross".
" Anita" she replied. She walked over to the stairs leading downstairs. " We're so glad you are here to teach the class at the last minute".
" I'm not sure what the class is". They walked down the stairs. " But here I am".
They walked into a nearby room.
Pamela did not see anybody except six loud gobbling turkeys. She turned toward Anita. " Where's the fitness class?".
Anita pointed at the turkeys.
" They are turkeys". She frowned at Anita. " What's the joke?".
" Not so loud". She spoke quietly. " 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". The turkeys gobbled louder. " They are very self conscious".
Pamela gave her a strange look. " Butterball doesn't know what happened?".
" No" she replied in a hushed tone. " Could be antibiotics, they are not sure".
" Great, no turkey for Thanksgiving".
The turkeys gobbled loudly and then ran out.
" Great". Anita gave her a pained stare. " Butterball is not going to be happy".
Pamela left later with a puzzled look on her face.
The End
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Peace and God's blessings. Love Ric
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