Turkey's Last Stand

squidoo.com — Back in the 'hood, you probably know me as The Bird. My mother (God rest her soul) wanted me to have a fair shake in life, so she sold me upriver for a bushel of corn, the crunchy kind that makes turkeys gobble and trot. My time is running out. :::sob::: Unless I'm granted a Presidential pardon from the White House, I'm dead meat.