Nineteeth Entry Who Will Help the Big Plump Turkey?

November 19, 2013

Once upon a time, a goat, a lamb, a rooster, and a turkey lived on a farm on a clover covered hill surrounded by fields of golden wheat. One day, the Big Plump Turkey found some grains of wheat scattered in the barnyard. “Look what I have!” she said to the other animals. “Who will help me plant these grains of wheat?”

“Not I!” said the goat.

“Not I!” said the lamb.

“Not I!” said the rooster.

“Then I’ll do it myself,” said the Big Plump Turkey. And so he did. He knew that seeds need water to grow tall and strong. “Who will help me water these seeds?” asked the Big Plump Turkey.

“Not I!” said the goat.

“Not I!” said the lamb.

“Not I!” said the rooster.

“Then I’ll do it myself,” said the Big Plump Turkey. And so he did. The Big Plump Turkey watered the soil and waited patiently for the wheat to grow. When the wheat was tall and golden, he knew it was time to cut and harvest the wheat. “Who will help me harvest the wheat?” asked the Big Plump Turkey.

“Not I!” said the goat

“Not I!” said the lamb.

“Not I!” said the rooster.

“Then I’ll do it myself,” said the Big Plump Turkey. And so he did. The Big Plump Turkey soon filled a wheelbarrow with wheat. “Who will help me take the wheat to the mill to be ground into flour?” asked the Big Plump Turkey.

“Not I!” said the goat.

“Not I!” said the lamb.

“Not I!” said the rooster.

“Then I’ll do it myself,” said the Big Plump Turkey. And so he did. The busy miller ground the wheat into a powdery flour, and the Big Plump Turkey carried the cloth bag of flour home. “Who will help me make this flour into bread?” asked the Big Plump Turkey.

“Not I!” said the goat.

“Not I!” said the lamb.

“Not I!” said the rooster.

“Then I’ll do it myself,” said the Big Plump Turkey. And so he did. The Big Plump Turkey mixed the flour with water, sugar, eggs and yeast into a wet, sticky dough and kneaded it into a smooth round loaf. “Who will help me put this bread into the oven to bake?” asked the Big Plump Turkey.

“Not I!” said the goat.

“Not I!” said the lamb.

“Not I!” said the rooster.

“Then I’ll do it myself,” said the Big Plump Turkey. And so he did. Through the open kitchen window, the delicious scent of baking bread, enticed the goat, lamb and the rooster to see what was happening. The Big Plump Turkey took the warm, crusty loaf of bread out of the oven, and set it on the table. “Who will help me eat this fresh, tasty, yummy bread?” asked the Big Plump Turkey.

“I will!” said the goat.

“I will!” said the lamb.

“I will!” said the rooster.

“Well,” said the Big Plump Turkey. “You didn’t help me plant it, or water it, or harvest it, or mill it, or bake it. Perhaps I shall eat it myself!” However, he did not.

“Oh me!” said the goat.

“Oh my!” said the lamb.

“Oh me, oh my!” said the rooster.

“Oh yes! Please come and join me as we give thanks on this Thanksgiving Day,” said the Big Plump Turkey.  And they dined together giving thanks to the Big Plump Turkey.

The next time the Big Plump Turkey found some grains of wheat, the goat planted it in the rich, fertile soil, the lamb watered the garden carefully every day, and the rooster harvested the wheat when it had grown tall and golden. When the dough was baked, together the animals dinned on slices of fresh, warm bread. It was so yummy and better than the last time! The goat shared some cheese for the bread, the lamb shared some milk to drink with the bread and the rooster shared some fresh hard boiled eggs with the bread.  The animals lived happily ever after, cooperating and helping each other every day.

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About Prairie Garden Girl

I am a wife who is adored by my Sweet Perry. Together we are parents to five boys and grandparents to seven unique grands. Pa Perry and Oma Sue love instilling the love of learning in the hearts of Johannah, Joshua & Jaxon; Henry & Charlotte and Lily & Lane. I am a reader. I am an aspiring children's picture book writer. I am a creator who sews and paints with acrylics and watercolors and sketches with colored pencil. I am an educator to hundreds of students, throughout the years. I am a cyclist on a pink Marin Portofina, and a 5K jogger. Perry and I are organic gardeners and enjoy homesteading on the Illinois prairie. Life is a beautiful ride with my Sweet P. Together, Perry and I feel life is a journey filled with joy. We want to live our lives by leaving the world a better place.
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