DAY 1
Hello. My name is Bart. I'm keeping this journal so I can look back one day and remember what I did on these thirty days. I ran away from home, so my baby brother wouldn't eaten. We are lost in San Fran. Humans keep shooing us away. Someone even kicked us! Berm said his first word: Bart.

DAY 2
We found a source of food! It's a trash bin outside of a really fancy restaurant. Today, I ate like a king! I had a slice of pumpkin pie, two cinnamon sticks, and some fancy bread. Me and Berm shared some weird orange bubbly drink. All we need to do now is look for a place to sleep for the next 28 days. Last night, we slept on the sidewalk, but people kept kicking us to the side. How rude! Little Berm got seven bruises- or maybe it was two...I'm no good at math...or is it Spanish?

DAY 3
Berm is starting to speak a little more Turkey Turkish everyday. Anyway, we found a place to sleep! It's this giant dump near an alley. There is all sorts of cool stuff in the dump like blankets and baby clothing. I gave Berm a little hat to keep his head warm. And our new home is great! There's an apartment up above that puts bird food out on the windowsill and when the bluebirds knock the tray over, granola comes raining down.

DAY 4
A little male human came by and started petting me and Berm. It was a nice change from all the kicking.

DAY 5
The same little boy came by with a loaf of bread, a bag of nuts, an open gallon of water, and some grapes. It was nice of him

DAY 6
I got ran over today by a truck! Luckily I am so short, so I survived. I'm glad I'm still alive. It’s good. If I was dead, Berm would just die on his own.

DAY 7
The boy came back again and gave us food again. This time he gave us chicken. Did he really expect us to eat chicken? Chickens are like turkey family. Could you ever eat your cousin? Berm had a bite of chicken, but then I knocked it into the river.

"I miss Bart and Berm so so much! Why did that lady take them away from us?" Mother cried to Father.

Ken and Josey walked up to the chicken coop. "Where in tarnation are those turkeys?" screamed Kennith.

"Isn't tarnation the green stuff on a penny?" asked Josey.

Ken sighed, "Oh Josey, what would I do without you."

"I know right, IKR!" Josey smiled.

"Anyway, you wouldn't happen to know where they are, would you?" Ken raised a brow.

"I told you I don’t!" screamed Josey.

"Because you were blabbing last week about how killing turkeys is horrific, and then the next day, they just happen to go missing!" screamed Kennith.
Kennith and Josey continue arguing and walk away.

"Honey, if I understood correctly, the humans lost them!" Mother started pacing.

"Maybe we should go look for them! They fixed the fence, so we got to break free." Father suggested.

"We are too weak,” she says as they attempt to push through the fence, but fail.

DAY 8
I saw a sign put up for the carnival coming tomorrow Yay! When I got back to our dumpster home, I was trying to explain to Berm what a carnival was. "There are these machines that you sit on, and you go up and down, side to side, and spin around until you need to have your food come out of your belly through your mouth!" I said to him.
"Why is that good?" asked Berm as he shuddered a little.
"Because it's fun! Also the carnival has this pink and blue stuff called cotton candy! It's delicious." I said to him and I started to drool at the thought of cotton candy. Sometimes back at the coop, the humans would drop some cotton candy for us as a treat.

DAY 9
This morning, when I was getting ready to take Berm to the carnival, I saw him chewing on a pillow! He said, "You were telling me yesterday about how good cotton candy was, I needed a little pre-taste. The pillow is cotton you said."

"Cotton candy is not really cotton, silly goose." I said.

"Goose? I thought I was a turkey! Everything I know is a lie!" Berm screamed.

"No silly goo- turkey. That's called an expression." I said.

"Espresschin?" He said.

"Yeah. It means you were being silly LIKE a goose." I explained.

"Why is a goose silly?" he asked.

"I don't know. Metaphors are weird," I clucked.

And then we walked off to the carnival. We ate cotton candy, funnel cake,
popcorn, ice cream, and fried cookies off the ground and we flew onto an empty seat of a ferris wheel when no one was looking. Berm is so happy.

DAY 10
WOW. Today was the most exciting day ever! So me and Berm were bored, so we were playing OBSTACLES. So we took a bunch of tall stuff from the junk pile and set it up in a line and timed each other to see who could run and jump over the junk faster. So apparently some male adult human showed up and was watching us, and we didn't even know. And then the man started petting us. If I understood correctly, he's taking us to a circus to be performers! WOO HOO! I was put in a huge cage with Berm and we went off to the circus to practice. It's a very long drive.

DAY 11
I was trying to explain to Berm where we were going.
"Berm, they think we are very special turkeys and that people should come to see us. They are going to teach us very cool tricks!" I said.

"Bart?"

"Yes Berm?"

"When are we going to go back home?"

"We don't need to go back to that dumpster anymore! We'll be famous!" I said.
"Just think about it. Cameras flashing, people screaming for us!!”

"Turkey coop home!" Berm clucked so loud, I shuddered.

"Okay Berm, I guess it's time to tell you why we are not at the Turkey Coop. You see, there are 12 months in a year. There are 30 or sometimes 31 days in a month. Last month was October, and this month is Khapiles. Every year there is a day called Thanksgiving."

"Tanksgiving?" asked Berm.

"The humans cook turkeys every year. So this year, it would've been us. And I didn't want you to die, so I took you here. We can't go back until after Thanksgiving. We'll be back in less than a month." I promised.

"Okay. I trust you, Barm." he said. And then we hugged.

DAY 12
So we arrived to circus this morning. Or maybe it was night. Well it was early morning/late night. It was dark for morning and light for night. We saw this giant grey animal with a really long nose/mouth. It drinks from it too! We also saw an animal, though smaller than the elephant, was ten times more frightening. It snarled and growled and was orange with black stripes. There were so many weird and strange animals that I'd never seen before and they did so many cool and interesting tricks. We didn't have to learn any tricks today. We just ate. We ate like kings. I hadn't ever before eaten any kind of these kinds of
food, but I loved everything. It was so good.

DAY 13
We learned our first trick, spinning! Everytime we do it right, we get a treat!

DAY 14
We learned our second trick, jumping really high!

DAY 15
We learned to shake

DAY 16
We learned to fly through flaming hoops

DAY 17
We learned what happens when you mess up....a whip on your derriere. Ouchies. I'm just glad they didn't hit Berm.

DAY 18
Whipped again.

DAY 20
Practiced the flying through flaming hoop.

DAY 21
Berm messed up flying through the flaming hoop, he was whipped. I was mad. I clucked at them and then refused to go through the hoop...but then, they brought out the animal with orange fur and black stripes to scare me and it worked. I flew through that hoop like there was no tomorrow. I don't want to do this anymore. I'm going to run away with Berm whenever I get the chance.

DAY 22
Well I'm no longer famous, but atleast now I am free! We were on a bus riding to another circus, and me and Berm managed to slip through the cage. We got a few scratches from the road. We have no idea where we are. Probably 1,000,000 miles away from San Francisco. To walk back would take months! We needed somehow to take a taxi cab, bus, or plane. But how? We don't have any money.

DAY 23
YAY! We are on a cab to San Francisco! And when I say ON a cab, I mean ON a cab. A female adult human was riding to San Fran, so we just flew on top of the cab and we're just waiting.

DAY 24
We jumped off the taxi cab a little while back. We got a few more scratches. We are back at the dumpster where we were before. It's good to be back. I wonder what the circus people's reactions are gonna be!

DAY 25
I wonder what it would be like to actually perform at the circus. That was going to be our first gig. I don't know, all I know is I didn't like them whipping Bermie. Berm. Bermasauras. Berm-Berm. I've been trying to think of nicknames for Berm. He came up with one for me: Barsh. Either that, or he forgot my name.

DAY 26
Some street performer included us in his act! He had a weird red hat, a white face with really long black eyes, a black and white striped shirt, and white hand clothes. I think Mother told me about the hand clothes. They are called goves. So the performer had goves. The performer was pretending he was trapped in a box and then he taught us how to pretend we were going up stairs.

DAY 27
The little boy came back and started talking. If I understood correctly, he has no parents, and has his own home. He stayed with us. He fed us. He walked down the street with us, and no one kicked us this time! The boy's name was Frederick, but we could call him Reggie. Wow, I am getting really good at translating Human English.

DAY 28
Reggie is still here. He slept by the dumpster with us. Currently, me and Berm are in Reggie's house. It is big. So big. Bigger than big. Imagine a king turkey, imagine his house. Reggie's house is bigger than that. Amazing, right? Me and Berm get a bed to sleep on! I think he adopted us. But we can't stay here forever. Can we? This day with Reggie has been awesome. I don't wanna go home. But I miss Mother and Father. Do I? Do I miss them yelling at me? Chastising me about the littlest details? "Oh, your hay is messy! Your feathers are out of line! You eat like a pig!" Mother would say almost every other day. I do miss them though. Reggie is so sweet though. He gives us awesome food!
The food is just as good as the circus food.

DAY 29
Reggie took us to the park. We played! He threw little balls, and then we ran to get it. Berm and I are having a blast! What is there to look forward to back at the coop? Getting an extra piece of bread to eat? Being scared of being eaten? I don't know.

DAY 30
I decided to go home tomorrow. Today is our last day. Today is Thanksgiving, so we can go back tomorrow. We already left Reggie. When he was sleeping, we left. Me and Berm are just sleeping on the side of the road. Poor Reggie. He even gave us fancy silver collars with our names and put it on our necks. I will miss him.

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"Bart! Berm! You are back home!" Said Father, as Bart and Berm came sprinting back into the coop.

"Yeah, we are just glad Thanksgiving is over!" Bart said.

"What do you mean? It's Thanksgiving today!" Father said.

"How? I waited 30 days to come home!" Bart said. Bart started looking back at his journal and noticed that he skipped Day 19. "Oh no! My carelessness will cost Berm's life! We need to run away again!"

"Bart, calm down. They already took another turkey. Your Mother." Father said nonchalant.

Bart started clucking louder than he's ever clucked in his life. It never occurred to Bart, that the humans would cook another turkey. He thought they would just give up. That's what Josey thought too. "I am going to go save her!" And with that, he broke the fence again. Bart darted inside the house and Berm tailed along.
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"Okay Josey, cut the turkey's head off." Kennith demanded. Josey gulped and held out the butcher knife, just as Bart flew onto the table and started clucking like crazy.

"WHAT?" screamed Kenny.

“He said, ‘BUCK BUCK!’” Josey sharading chicken wings.

Berm kicked the knife out of Josey's hand. The knife ricocheted off the table, and pushed Kenny's hand against the scorching hot oven.

"Owww!" cried Kenny. Josey giggled silently.

"The turkey whose collar says Berm did that. I guess, you got OVEN BERM'ed. Get it? Like Oven Burned Haha," laughed Josey. "Hey! You know how the government is renaming Khapiles for a funny story? They should rename it Oven Berm!"

"Josey, it would need a better flow to it." Said Kennith as he was applying ice to his hand.

"Well let's translate it into latin! You take the last letter and put it in the front. November!" Said Josey.

"That's not how Latin works, but I do like the ring of November. You should send that in, along with the backstory. Now anyways, I guess we will be having a turkey-less Thanksgiving this year...possibly forever depending on whether this madness decides to make a reappearance next Khapiles."

Hello government. My name is Josey, So you are looking for a new name for Khapiles, eh? Well I have an idea for one!
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"Then what happened, Grandpa?"

"Well remember how Barm wrote about the collars, Reggie gave them?"

"Yeah?"

"Well they turned out to be tracking devices. Reggie found them and started working at the farm with Kennith and Josey."
"Even though he was only a kid?"

"Yes. Kennith proposed to Josey a year later, and then they adopted Reggie. The turkeys continued living in the coop, and Reggie played with Barm and Berm everyday. Also the government loved the backstory about the oven berm and decided to rename Khapiles November because it had a nice ring to it and went with September and October."

"That's a happy ending.” Said Susie.

"Sure is." said Grandpa as he started to get up from the rocking chair.

"Is the story true?" asked Sally.

"If you believe so." said Grandpa.

"I believe." whispered Suzie.

"Goodnight, Suzie."

"Goodnight Grandpa."