She Rolled A Turkey

Thankfully she saw him so he didn't have to wait very long. The girl said that he could keep the feather and Beat just stood there, a little confused. When he saw her go to the stone and place feathers beneath it, he moved towards it and placed his feather there as well. Bashfully, he admitted, "I don't really know what to do with feathers." His head tilted slightly. "What are you going to do with them?" Moments later she said that the feathers were for decoration and he nodded slowly. Turkey feathers weren't very pretty, but maybe other people found them nice to look at.

Being invited to help, Beat decided to do so simply to have some temporary company. He'd spent too much time alone in his life. Settling on the other side of the turkey, the boy began carefully plucking the feathers. He trapped them beneath one striped foreleg. Only when he amassed a decent pile did he take take them all in his mouth and carry them to one of the heavier rocks. There, he put the feathers beneath the rock. "How are you going to carry all of these home?" Settling back down, he began plucking some more.



"Chatting." & 'Thinking'