3 Turkeys, 1 Farmer
3 Turkey disguises (we used turkey hats), a bucket, A hat and plaid shirt for Farmer Perdue.
(The Turkeys are grazing on “grass”)
Tom: This is the worst grass I have ever eaten. It is green and I hate the color green.
Frankie: Mmm, mmm, mmm, this is the best grass I have ever eaten.
Tom: That’s because it’s the only grass you’ve ever eaten. See I was born at Farmer Jim Bob’s farm before I came here and he had the most delicious grass over there.
Hector: I think this grass is just delightful. When I was at Farmer Butterball’s farm I had nothing but a dirt patch to graze on. Thank you, God for letting me come here!
Tom: Farmer Jim Bob’s field was full of buttercups and clovers, so it was!
Frankie: I’m so thankful to be at Farmer Perdue’s with you two great friends. Good food, good friends, good times. That’s what I always say.
Hector: Here comes Farmer Perdue now and it looks like he’s got something else for us.
Tom: Well, whatever it is, it’s got to be better than this here turf.
Farmer Perdue: (Enters with a bucket and offers a handful of “grain” to each turkey)
Here you go, boys. Eat up!
Frankie: Thank you, Farmer Perdue!
Hector: Thank you kindly, Farmer Perdue!
Tom: Thanks for nothing, Farmer Perdue! (He spits the grain out) I can’t eat this stuff. I’d rather be cooked in my own juices.
(Farmer Perdue leaves).
Frankie: What a great farm! That guy gave us grain too. Yummy corn grain! Thank you God!
Hector: It doesn’t get any better than this does it! Hallelujah! Thank you, Jesus!
Tom: It could be a whole lot better than this. I’m going on strike! Im not gonna eat anything else until we can get some better grub around here. Where’s the buttercups, where’s the filet mignon, where’s the shrimp cocktail?
(Farmer Perdue comes back, the Hector and Frankie continue to peck at the grass, while Tom won’t eat.)
Farmer Perdue: Now I need to choose a couple of you to enter into the county fair. I am fixing to win the blue ribbon this year. It will be all the candy apples and corndogs you can eat, too. (The turkeys start to get excited, raising their hands and hopping).Hmmm, let me look you guys over. Frankie, you look nice and plump and so do you Hector. Tom, you are starting to look like a thin, scraggly old thing. I don’t think I could win a prize with you. C’mon, Frankie, c’mon Hector, we are off to the fair.
Frankie: Bye Tom!
Hector: See ya later Tom, enjoy your grass!
Frankie & Hector: Praise the Lord, we are going to the fair. This is going to be great!
Tom: Hey, guys, don’t leave me! Please! Bring me a candy apple at least…