This little story is from a book with no date, and, unfortunately, has no name that I know of. This is because – horror of all horrors! – it has no cover. My guess is that it is from the 1890s-early 1900s. I call it the Bunny Book, because the first story in the book is about a little girl named Bunny.
I believe that most of the pages are here. It is chock full of many cute and interesting stories, and this is one curious story within.
A LETTER FROM A CHRISTMAS TURKEY
A very suspicious-looking man came into the barn-yard the other day. He looked all around among my brothers and cousins. Then he pointed at me and said I was a nice, big fellow. This made me feel very proud.A Christmas Day With Whittier
When he put his hand into his pocket I supposed he was going to give us some corn. Instead of that he counted out money to my master. Then I knew he would take me away.
Now I am alone in the little pen he brought me to. I have been thinking of all this fuss over me and having so many good things to eat must mean something. I gobbled to some other fowls running about in a yard, and found out from that that it was almost Christmas time.
Now let me ease your tender little hearts about my career being so suddenly cut short. I want to tell you that in
Turkeydom it is considered a great glory to be the centre of attraction at a Christmas dinner table,—to be dressed up in a nice brown coat,—to be surrounded by sparkling jellies, rich cranberry sauce and all the other goods things; to hear the children cry, “Oh! Oh!” and the papas and mamas say, “What a fine turkey!” This is what we live for. So, when I have gobbled my last gobble, don’t be sorry for
Yours, when fat,