{"id":28775,"date":"2020-06-13T12:51:15","date_gmt":"2020-06-13T12:51:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/jaimirahulkrutipatel.com\/blogs\/?p=28775"},"modified":"2020-06-15T15:08:15","modified_gmt":"2020-06-15T15:08:15","slug":"if-a-turkey-could-talk-story-written-by-kruti","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/jaimirahulkrutipatel.com\/blogs\/?p=28775","title":{"rendered":"A Story About What If a Turkey Could Talk Written By Kruti!!!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>So right now I&#8217;m stuck in my neighbor&#8217;s pen with a bunch of my turkey friends. Their names are Zoe, Zaila, Joshua, and Sadie. Each day my owners would feed us. It was almost Thanksgiving, and I was worried.<\/p>\n<p>My owners would pick a turkey to roast and eat. Every year, a bunch of my turkey friends would be picked and eaten. That was their tradition. Suddenly, one of the farmers took me out of the pen. This was a disaster. I said my last goodbyes to my turkey friends. &#8220;Why, Kruti, why?!!!&#8221; Sadie cried. My heart was beating so fast that I thought I had a heart attack.<\/p>\n<p>They began to prepare me and were ready to cut me when one of my turkey friends raced to the door. &#8220;We&#8217;re busting her out of there!&#8221; she said. The others climbed on top of each other and Sadie rang the doorbell. &#8220;Well, hello!&#8221; Sam the neighbor said. My turkey friends bit him and gnawed him. They all raced toward me to rescue me from being eaten.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Freedom!&#8221; we all shouted. We rushed into the woods and never returned. My friends and I lived a magnificent life in the woods until we died. We were all killed by a hunter. He basted us and cut us. Then he ate us.<\/p>\n<p>By Kruti Patel<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>So right now I&#8217;m stuck in my neighbor&#8217;s pen with a bunch of my turkey friends. Their names are Zoe, Zaila, Joshua, and Sadie. Each day my owners would feed us. It was almost Thanksgiving, and I was worried. My owners would pick a turkey to roast and eat. Every year, a bunch of my [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-28775","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/jaimirahulkrutipatel.com\/blogs\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/28775","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/jaimirahulkrutipatel.com\/blogs\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/jaimirahulkrutipatel.com\/blogs\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/jaimirahulkrutipatel.com\/blogs\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/jaimirahulkrutipatel.com\/blogs\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=28775"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"http:\/\/jaimirahulkrutipatel.com\/blogs\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/28775\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":28803,"href":"http:\/\/jaimirahulkrutipatel.com\/blogs\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/28775\/revisions\/28803"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/jaimirahulkrutipatel.com\/blogs\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=28775"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/jaimirahulkrutipatel.com\/blogs\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=28775"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/jaimirahulkrutipatel.com\/blogs\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=28775"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}