…I didn’t realise they can fly…


10:30am, thanksgiving day, guests arriving, turducken uncooked.

My Mother walks in holding another turducken.

“Darling where’s your oven?” she demands.

“Mother! I already have MY turducken, and it’s in the oven now!”

“Oh well, two turduckens!” she replies. 

I reluctantly chuck my mothers turducken in the oven, she’s standing right behind.

“What do you want now?” I demand.

“Don’t you dare talk to your mother like that young lady!” 

“Mother you ruined everything! I told you over and over but you never listened.”

Suddenly the oven door explodes as both turduckens drift upwards. 

I didn’t realise they can fly.