When Turkeys Attack..... (for Shine_on's contest)

“Ahhaaaa!” I screamed as Its razor sharp beck pecked down and gobbled Mrs. Sanderson. I screamed another blood curdling scream as Its beady, black eye focused on me. As Its murderous beak came closer, I thought,” If only Ben Franklin made the turkey the national bird!” I fell to my knees, and yelled at the top of my lungs, “STUPID BEN FRANK!”
It all started early Thanksgiving morning, you know, the time when we’re all watching the parade or putting our turkeys in the oven, or getting ready for the feast. Well, I was up early and watching the Macy’s Parade, when Tom Turkey came on. I had always loved Tom ever since I was really little. But this time was different. When Tom glided out this year, hundreds of turkeys came running, gobbling like mad, through the streets! Men screamed, well, I think they were men, women ran and all the streets were in chaos. All of a sudden, people started falling, knocked unconscious by the turkey’s blows, puncture wounds gracing their bodies. Then, the TV screen changed, and I heard a deep voice say,” Breaking News: Turkeys all around the world have been attacking. It seems there has been a national rebellion. Lock your windows and doors.” Suddenly, a huge turkey burst through the studio door. The deep voiced reported leaped on to the desk, screaming like a little girl. The turkey’s beady eye appeared, filling the camera lens, and everything went black. The very next moment, I heard a commotion outside the door. I looked though the peep hole, and saw……… a beady, black eye.