“Inside he saw hundreds of turkeys packed together so tightly they couldn’t even open their wings. There was an overpowering odor of ammonia from all the turkey crap on the ground, but that’s not what really bothered Dale. What bothered him was the fact that on top of every single one of those turkey necks was a miniature Benjamin Franklin head.The bald head. The droopy chin. The beady little eyes. The pursed lips. They had it all. The turkeys even wore tiny old timey spectacles. And one of the ...Franklin turkeys, standing in the center of the barn, was flying a tiny kite, with a key dangling from the string.Dale slammed the door shut.“What is it?” Randy came up behind him, fully dressed again and holding his cat o’ nine tails in the ready position. “What did you see?”“Turkeys.”“That’s it? Then why does it look like you’re about to pee your pants?”“You don’t understand,” Dale said. “They’re Ben Franklin turkeys.”“What does that even mean?”“Their heads, Randy.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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