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One day a bear was at his house sharpening his claws when he heard a knock on the door. “Mr. Rabbit, are you home?”
The bear thought, “If there were rabbits in here, I would have already eaten them.” Mr. Bear opened the door and saw a yummy looking squirrel.
“Yikes!” yelled the squirrel. “I’ll just go.”
“Oh no you aren’t!” said the bear. The bear picked up the squirrel. “Now get in the oven, now!”
“OK,” said the squirrel, “but shouldn’t you give me a bath? I am pretty gross.”
“He is pretty gross,” said the bear. So the bear ran to the lake, brought back the water, boiled the water and got some bubbles.
“You’re a terrific scrubber,” said the squirrel.
“OK,” said the bear, “now get in the oven.”
“OK,” said the squirrel, “but…”
“But what?” asked the bear.
“Shouldn’t you feed me? I am super small. You want a big meal, right?”
“I do like big meals,” said the bear. So the bear caught a turkey and killed it. Then he ran to the market and bought the rest of the thanksgiving meal.
“You’re a terrific cook,” said the squirrel.
“OK, now get in the oven,” said the bear.
“OK,” said the squirrel, “but…”
“What?! What?!” growled the bear.
“I’m pretty stiff. I could really use a massage. You like tender meat, right?”
“I do like tender meat.” So the bear pushed and pulled and squeezed.
“You’re a terrific rubber,” said squirrel.
Mr. Bear was so tired. “OK, now GET IN THE OVEN!”
“OK,” said the squirrel, “but…”
“BUT WHAT?” shouted the bear.
“Shouldn’t you give me a haircut? I am pretty hairy.”
“He is pretty hairy,” said the bear. So he snipped and snipped.
“Mr. Bear, are you there?” asked the squirrel.
The bear had fallen asleep on the ground.
So the cleanest, fattest, softest, most stylish squirrel ran home and opened his address book. “Mr. Coyote, watch out,” said the squirrel.
by Jaynee, third grader
One day, a hungry spider was about to go get himself dinner. Then he got startled by a knock on the door.
“Hey, hey ladybug, what’s doin?”
The spider thought to himself, “A ladybug? If a ladybug lived here, I would have eaten it already. This must be my lucky day!”
The spider got up and opened the door. The cricket who had knocked tried to run away, but the spider quickly grabbed him and brought him in the house.
Next he said, “Hop in this pot so I can cook you.”
“Ok, ok, ok,” said the cricket, “but first, shouldn’t you give me dinner? I am on the skinny side.”
“You are on the skinny side,” said the spider. So the spider got busy and made cookies, brownies. But he needed a salad so he ran to the store, got a salad, ran back home and made the salad. ”Ok, now hop in this pot so I can eat you.”
“Alright, but shouldn’t you give me a bath? I’m very filthy.”
“You are pretty filthy,” said Mr. Spider. So the spider rushed upstairs, ran the bath, poured some bubbles and threw in a rubber duck. Then he ran downstairs and carried the cricket upstairs into the bath. When the cricket was clean, they went back downstairs and the spider once again said, “Hop in this pot.”
“Ok,” said the cricket, “but…”
“What, what, what?”
“Shouldn’t you massage me first? My skin is very rough.”
“You have a point,” said the spider. So he rubbed and pushed and pounded.
The cricket said, “Just a little to the left, just a little to the right.”
But the spider was no longer there. He had passed out.
The cricket ran home, saying, ”What a dinner! What a bath! What a massage! This must be my lucky day!”
My Lucky Day By Morgan 1st grader
Once upon a time there was a mama named Anetra. The day the mama woke up there was a knock on the door. So anertra opened the door and there was a turkey at the door. Antera grabbed the turkey ad the turkey said, " Let me go!" Aneta said, You better get in this pot right now." The turkey said, " But shouldn't you wash me first because I am dirty. So Antera gave the turkey a bath. Then she said it was time to cook the turkey. The turkey said that she shouldn't eat him because he was too skinny. He told her she should eat chicken instead, so Antera ate chicken for Thanksgiving dinner.
My Lucky Day by Jacob 1st grade
Once there was a turkey who walked to a door. The turkey opened it and he couldn't believe his eyes! There was a person who grabbed the turkey and put him in a pan. "But don't you need to take my feathers off." So the person thought for a minute and he said, "Well I do like it better with no feathers" So the person took the feathers off and then he put the turkey in the oven. But he fell to sleep and the turkey got out and went out the door!
The Lucky Day by John first grade
One Monday night there was a turkey lying in the yard. When the turkey woke up the door opened and a man came with an ax in his hand. He took him inside. The man put him in the oven. Before he turned on the oven he said, "Aren't you ging to cut off my goobler? It's raw meat." So he thought and he said,"OK." He got a knife and cut it off. Then he turned on the oven. The turkey said, "Aren't you going to cut off my claws?" He thought and said, "Ok." The man cut off his claws, he took him and put him in the oven. The turkey said, aren't you going to cut off my feathers? They will tickle your mouth!" Before he cut off his feathers he passed out on the floor, The turkey ran away. The man did not get his Thanksgiving dinner. On Tuesday the turkey was walking to his house and his feathers grew back, his gobbler grew bak, and his claws grew back. He said, "My lucky day."
Here are three new additions to My Lucky Day student samples, all from 5th graders.
My Lucky Day
By Patrick, fifth grade
One day western a hunter was polishing his six shooters when he heard a knock at the door.
“How are y’all doing Duck? I’ve come over for Thanksgivin’!”
“Duck?” thought the hunter, “If there were any ducks in here I would have shot ‘em.” The hunter opened the door and found a turkey.
“Oh no wrong house!” exclaimed the turkey.
“Oh yes.” “This must be my lucky day with Thanksgivin’ dinner coming to my house!” laughed the hunter gleefully as he snatched up the turkey.
PUT ME DOWN!” screamed the turkey. So the hunter put him down right into a pot with carrots, potatoes, and onions.
“I am going to have an excellent Thanksgivin’ feast!” exclaimed the hunter. Then the hunter grabbed the pot with the turkey in it and was about to put the pot into the oven when then turkey burst out,
“What!?” inquired the hunter.
“Well,” grinned the turkey. “I am quite dusty from peckin’ around in the dirt for my food shouldn’t y’all give me a bath, just a thought Mr. Hunter.” “He is very dirty.” thought the hunter. So the hunter filled up the bath tub with warm water, put the turkey in it, and set to work scrubbing him.
“Y’all are an excellent scrubber Mr. Hunter” Talked the turkey. Then the hunter drained dirty the water.
“There now you are nice and clean,” grumbled the hunter (he was getting rather hungry) “now get in the pot”
“Okey dokey,” sighed the turkey “but-“
“What the %$@#$ do you want!” yelled the enraged hunter wiping a bead of sweat from his brow.
“Well I am quite small compared to my brother’s and sister’s, shouldn’t y’all fatten me up? Just a thought Mr. Hunter.”
“Hmm” thought the hunter “He is on the small side.” So the hunter got busy making pizza and sugar cookies. When he had finished the turkey ate all the pizza and a few cookies.
“You’re an excellent chef. Have you ever considered becoming one?”
“Thank you,” replied the hunter, “Now get in the pot!”
“Okay, okay, but there is just one thing.”
“What the %$#%$#!@ is it this time!!??” bellowed the hunter.
“My meat is very tough from working so hard,” cackled the turkey. “Don’t you want tender meat? Just a thought Mr. Hunter.”
“I do like tender meat.” Thought the hunter. So the hunter picked up the turkey and set him gently on an armchair. Then he pushed and pounded.
“I have been working with my back a lot," he was very relaxed, “Can you massage my back?” So the hunter got working on the turkeys back. “Yes,” smiled the turkey, “if you could get the left side of my back, Mr. Hunter?” The turkey found the hunter crumpled in a heap on the floor, he had fainted from exhaustion. The turkey grabbed the rest of the sugar cookies and laughed gleefully, “This must be my lucky day!” as he skipped home. When he got home he reclined in a soft chair in front of a crackling, “Who should I visit next?” smiled the turkey.
By: Chauntel, fifth grade
There was a starving chef sharpening his knives and there was a sudden knock on the door.
“Hey chicken what’s crack a lacken?” shouted a rather weird voice.
Then the chef chuckled, “If there were a chicken in here I would have a made a chicken taco out of it.” The chef went up to the door and opened it, and there was a scrumptious turkey standing there.
“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh wrong house!” The turkey panicked.
“Oh no its not!” the chef chuckled as he snatched up the turkey.
The turkey was screaming, “Put me down, Put me down you big fat umpaloompa!”
“Sorry but there is no way I’m letting you get away!” yelled the chef. “Now you stupid turkey, get in the pan!” screamed the chef.
“All right but…” hesitated the turkey.
“BUT WHAT?” the chef screamed.
“But I am a turkey and I’m filthy! Shouldn’t you give me a bath? Just a suggestion Mr. Chef.” The fat bird clucked.
The chef looked at the turkey, “You are disgustingly filthy, Ok let’s give you a bath.” Then the chef started a fire, got some hot water, and gave the turkey a bath.
“Wow you are an amazing scrubber Mr. Chef.” gobbled the turkey.
Then the chef grunted, “Ok you are the cleanest turkey in the forest, now get in the pot.”
“Ok but…,” hesitated the turkey.
“NOW WHAT?” screamed the chef.
“I haven’t been entertained since I was a little turkey baby mabober thing. Shouldn’t you give me a little performance before I die? Just a suggestion Mr. Chef.”
“I guess I could give you a performance.” The chef told the stealthy turkey. Then the chef found his dancing shoes and started to dance.
“You’re an amazing dancer Mr. Chef.” The turkey gobbled.
“Wow that was tiring.” The chef panted.
“Now you stupid turkey get in the pot.” screamed the chef.
“Ok but...” The turkey hesitated suspiciously.
NOW WHAT DO YOU WANT!” yelled the chef.
“Well I’m not as big as my brothers and sisters. Shouldn’t you make me as plump as a watermelon or bigger? Just a suggestion Mr. Chef.” The turkey told the chef slyly.
“I guess you are kind of small.” The chef told himself. Then the chef started to make his Thanksgiving dinner without a turkey. There was stuffing, cranberry sauce, pumpkin pie, mashed potatoes and gravy.
“Oh wow! Oh my gosh! You are the best chef in the world Mr. Chef!
Mr. Chef? Mr. Chef are you there? Oh well, Mr. Chef had had a very unpredictable day.” The turkey told himself. Then he grabbed the rest of the pumpkin pie and ran home and yelled with joy,
“Oh what a day what a day! I got a bath, a delicious meal, and a performance. This is a wonderful day!” When he got home he sat down by a fire and cackled to himself, “Now… let’s see who’s next on my list. MA HA HA HA!”
How Cook Learned a Lesson
By Maya, fifth grade
One bright afternoon just before Thanksgiving a rich French cook basking in his wealth was sharpening his knife on his knife sharpener 2000 when a knock sounded at the door. A rather fowlish voice called, “Hey Gerdy ye big goose where are ye?”
“Ha if sere were any geese here, I’d have eaten zem for dinner!” the cook thought, annoyed. When he opened the door, a wimpy looking turkey was standing on the porch terrified, “Hahaha!” cackled the cook.
“Oh please Mr. Cook, let me go!” the turkey screamed as the cook hauled him inside.
“Zon’t scream, you get to be a decorated dish tomorrow on Thanksgiving!” the cook yelled, irritated.
“Oh but Mr. Cook I am very filthy being a turkey and all, shouldn’t you give me a bath first?” explained the turkey, “Everyone does.” So the cook got busy, he turned on his bathtub and filled it to the top only to find that there were spiders floating in the water and he had to drain it again. The next time he filled it he had to drain it again because it was too high for the turkey and he almost drowned. But when he did get the water right, the turkey wanted help getting the conditioner out of his feathers so the cook helped him.
When they were finished the cook, irritated from exhaustion, exclaimed, “ Now zon’t make m-me count zo 3, 1” the cook started, “2,3. Now get in ze pan!”
“Fine” cried the turkey sadly,“ but,”
“But vat, but vat, BUT VAT!” screamed the cook.
“Well I am a bit hungry; I haven’t eaten in 3 days. Oh please take pity Mr. Cook please make me just one more meal, one last meal to enjoy. Anyways it will benefit both of us.” So the cook got busy. He collected olives, pineapple, pepperoni, dough, cheese, and tomato sauce. He burned himself putting the pizza in the oven. He also made the kitchen a mess with the tomato sauce. When he was finished the turkey exclaimed, “Mmm…. You really know how to make delish pizza.”
“Now get in the ze pan!” screeched the cook so loudly the whole neighborhood could hear.
“Oh but Mr. Cook you are a fantastic cook ‘n all but, you can’t exactly cut, plus you have only cut the carrots and you didn’t cut the carrots right. Let me show you how.” And with that the turkey started too fast for the eyes to see. “Now you try.” The fowl told the cook. When the cook tried it he went equally fast and couldn’t stop!
“Vat is you doing to me!” screamed the cook in agony, “stop!” But before the turkey could answer, the cook fell exhausted to the floor.
“I didn’t cause this did I?” the turkey asked himself innocently, “Oh well.” The gobbler dragged the cook (and his pizza) out of the house just as it blew up. “Imagine that, dinner and a show,” gabbled the turkey through a mouth full of food, “what an ending.”
The Turkey Run
by Autumn, 4th Grader
I was just walking around a big house in the woods and they were looking at me like crazy. So the dad came chasing me and my turkey friends. I said, "How about this, if I let you catch me you do me some favors." And he said, "Look here turkey, I need a turkey for Thanksgiving, so if you don't come here I will shoot you in the head." He stared at me for a little bit and he almost shot me. But he didn't. So I ran into the house and got in the bath tub. He came in and I said "can you scrub my back, I can't reach it." "I guess so," He said. "A little higher, and to the right, no, to the left, please. AWWW right there." I said. When we were done with the bath I ran to the table to eat some grub. He said, "Now I can cook you." I don't think so you need to feed me. I'm so skinny I can hide behind another skinny turkey." So he gave me some grub. He said, "How is it?" I said, "Great, I love it!" "I can cook you before my wife come home or she will be mad at me." He said. Next thing you know, he was so tired, he passed out. I finally ran out of the house.
No Turkey for Dinner
By Seth, 4th grade
One day I was minding my own business. After a few minutes of walking around, POP, there's a gun in my face. "Don't eat me, I'm too small, I know you want a bigger turkey for dinner." I said. "Your right, I want a fatter turkey." said the hunter. "But that doesn't mean I can't fatten you up!" he said to himself. After he had fed me, he took me to his house. His head started hurting ( I had pecked him on the head about 20 times). "You can't eat me yet, you have to wash me." I said. "You're right." When he was done, he had fainted. "Tooloo, no turkey for dinner for you!" I said as I took off.
Do Not Eat Me
By Grant, 4th grade
Hello, my name is Grant the turkey. This is a story about me getting chased by a hunter. The day before Thanksgiving I was running from a a crazy hunter. He wanted to make me the Thanksgiving feast! I said, "I think you have the wrong turkey. I'm very skinny, and I'm very hairy. You should eat George. He has plenty of meat on his bones." But the hunter had an idea. He was going to wash me, going to put perfume on me, and he was going to give me a shave. I ran for my life. I stopped. "You do not want me, I'm small, I'm as dirty as a pig and I'm not tasty." The hunter did not like disgusting turkeys. George is fat, he's clean and he's very tasty. Instead of chasing me, he chased George. The hunter wanted a turkey that was fat, clean, and very tasty.
Don’t Eat Me
One day Bear was in the woods in his cabin polishing his nails. (Knock, Knock) “Who is it?” asked Bear.
“It is me, Turkey.”
“Oh my gosh, when does Thanksgiving dinner come to your door? Never! Now stay still, I need to put you in the oven,” ordered Bear.
“Okay! HOLD ON! Don't you want to bathe me first,” cried Turkey.
“You do have a point,” said Bear. “Ok, I will do it only because I like my food clean.
“Okay, I do not judge you,” explained Turkey.
“There I am finished. You are the cleanest turkey in the country. Now to put you in the oven,” announced Bear.
“HOLD ON! My leg is hurt shouldn't you cure it first.”
“I will start working on it. There you are the strongest turkey in the country,” declared Bear.
“Please do not eat me I have kids. I won't taste good, I promise, I won't,” pleaded Turkey. “I think the phone is ringing.”
When Bear went to check if it was ringing, the turkey tried to get away. But it was no use. Bear caught Turkey.
“I'm sorry I tried to escape,” apologized Turkey.
“No, I'm not going to feel sorry, I'm not. No, no, no,” proclaimed Bear. “OK, fine, I can't help it. You're free to go.”
“Yeah! You won't be sorry, I promise,” cried Turkey. “If you want, you can come and eat Thanksgiving with my family,” Turkey said nicely.
“Oh yes, yes, I would love to,” said Bear.
“Hold on, you can come only on one condition. You can not eat my family,” said Turkey.
So, Bear never ate another turkey again.
The Day the Turkey Was Not Eaten
Once there was a guy name Jack. He was hungry for a turkey. He went outside. All of the turkeys were skinny and tough. There was only one good turkey. He chased after that turkey. He pulled out a net, threw it, and caught the turkey. Then brought it to the kitchen and untied the net.
The turkey yelped, “Please don't eat me, I smell like a skunk. I'm sick. I have the flu, and if you eat me, you will get sick, too.”
Jack said, “Well, then I need to take you to the vet.”
“Noooooooooooooo, please don’t give me a shot!” said the turkey. “But it will be at least 10:00 P.M. when you get back, so you might as well buy a turkey from the store you'll save a lot of time and money.”
Jack said, “Then I still need to hack off your head for my dog. He likes the eyeballs.”
“Why do you need to take off my whole head if you just need my eyeballs?” questioned the turkey.
“That way you won’t run away while I take the eyes out,” explained Jack.
“You do not want to hack my head off because my blood will squirt all over you and you will get sick,” said the turkey.
“Fine, I won't eat you today, maybe you will not be sick tomorrow,” said Jack.
So Jack went to take a nap. The turkey made a daring escape through the doggie door.
When Jack woke up, he saw that the doggie door had been left open. The turkey was nowhere to be found. So he went to the store and bought a frozen turkey, head and all.
An Unforgettable Thanksgiving!!!!!!!
One day in a forest of Turkeyville, a father and his two kids were talking about Thanksgiving and that's when it all started.... A turkey with crazy feathers, terrifying nails, and really, really, really ugly… well, everything, was being hunted by a farmer-dad for Thanksgiving dinner. When the farmer finally caught the turkey, he was as proud and happy as a lottery winner. When the farmer reached home, he went right to work picking out all the ingredients he needed.
As he started seasoning him, Mr. Turkey called, “Wait! I am probably the ugliest turkey in Turkeyville, wouldn't you rather have a nice pretty dinner??”
“Well,” said the farmer, “I do love my dinners… pretty… best in town.”
So with that they went to the beauty salon. Now the turkey was the most handsome turkey in town. The farmer went back to work on the Thanksgiving dinner.
“Wait!” said Mr. Turkey. “I have very wild feathers, you know, don't you like your turkey smooth?”
“Well,” said the farmer, “I do like my turkeys smooth. Let’s go to Feather Cuts.”
When they came back, the turkey was so smooth.
“Finally,” said the farmer.
“Um no, just one more thing,” said Mr. Turkey.
“What!?!?” demanded the farmer.
“Will you take me to the nail salon, my nails are really bad.”
“Well, okay, but that's IT.”
When they returned again he was breath taking!!!!!!! The farmer didn't want Thanksgiving dinner anymore, so the farmer and Mr.Turkey were best friends ever since. And they had no meat for Thanksgiving or any time after.