Will this be a children's story? Because I think it is very interesting, and something I definitely would read.Well, she's in this story I might be writing??
(Here is the only scene I've written her in. She plays a very passive role though...
Background: Acorn is a bourbon red turkey hen and appointed herself leader of the flock because the most of the toms get eaten before they turn four so she decided she deserves the leadership position more than any of them. Rangers are the heritage turkeys.
After the domestic turkey flock's shed burns down, and the house of their keepers, due to a heat lamp fire in the chicken coop they have to strike it out in the wild but unfortunately it's early December so there isn't much room for trial and error)
Christmas is so named because we had a Calico tom named Christmas once because that was when we planned to eat him, so he stuck around a while. Quite memorably, he was very fat.
It's kind of a first draft so if it's bad I warned youAcorn’s trumpeted arrival had caused a large lump in the snow to awaken, lift its wrinkled white head, and blink at her with pale blue eyes. It may not surprise you to find that it wasn’t a large lump of snow at all. It was a Broad-Breasted White named Christmas. Apparently, he hadn’t even bothered with roosting, or if he had, the branch had broken under his weight. Not far away, his sister still rested on a small boulder, which was the tallest object she could manage to scale. If this was a testament to her deplorable athleticism, at least it also showed she had something of an instinct of self-preservation and a good amount of determination. It also spoke of her intelligence, which had garnered unprecedented mercy from the Keepers. They changed her name from “Butterball” to “Snowball,” thus making her the first Broad-Breasted turkey they ever chose to spare.
Broad-Breasted turkeys were known to the Rangers as Dumpies, large, clumsy flightless turkeys that never seemed to survive beyond the late autumn of their first year. The Keepers took them away one-by-one, and they never came back. But they did nothing to delay the inevitable, never escaped into the wild, never learned any survival skills. With perhaps one exception…
Acorn ignored Snowball, who had the sense to stay out of her way. Instead, she fixed her dark gaze on Christmas. She was surprised that he had managed to get over the six-foot fence, but she didn’t let him know that she was impressed.“Try sleeping in the trees, next time,” she said tersely. “Sleeping on the ground like that will get you killed by one thing or another.”