Ginger and Rocky's Turkey Run

Chapter 1

The following story is a work of fiction. It is loosely based on historical events and is in no way meant to be historically accurate... Except for the talking turkeys. And chickens. That part is totally real. 

*Sighs* Holidays, the whole world loves them. That's why there are so many. Christmas. Easter. Hanukkah. The one thing they all have in common... food, like Thanksgiving. That's what it's all about. A time to sit down over the holiday meal. It's everyone's favorite part... Unless of course, you are the meal...

Some unknown screaming was heard, like someone was in trouble, until it was just revealed to be Rocky the rooster sitting on the couch in the Harpercops' living room with Walter and Brock, watching a football game.  

"OHHH!" Walter literally jumped out of his seat. "I can't believe he took that hit!"

"The guy scored a perfect basket!" Rocky commented. 

"Uh, Rocky, you're thinking about basketball" Brock told the American rooster, who still wasn't quite getting the meaning of human sports just yet. 

Nobby was shown sitting in a bowl full of Cheetos, stuffing his face as his beak was orange. "Honestly, I don't understand why you humans would find people who wear coconut shells as helmets, getting hurt all for a stupid nut entraining" The young British rooster huffed. 

"It's called a football" Brock corrected to the supposed nut Nobby was talking about. 

"Oh," Nobby said. "Either that or I was going to say a big piece of..."

"DON'T!" Walter, Brock, and Rocky all gave Nobby a warning look. 

The boys' focus was brought back to the game as they were just getting to the good part. It looked like the lead player was about to score a touchdown until...

The TV suddenly went black as the power had been cut off. 

"Awwww!" The boys groaned as they turned to see Jane with the extension cord in her hand, having been the one who unplugged the TV. 

"You boys have a serious football obsession problem" She told them with a deadpanned look. "Now get your butts and tail feathers in the kitchen. We're having Thanksgiving dinner as a family... NOW!!!"

Walter and Brock suddenly looked a bit nervous as the woman of the house was starting to get aggressive before heading back towards the kitchen. You can guess where Kali inherited her mean streak from. The male humans and roosters then glanced back at each other. 

"Better do what she says, before she throws the TV into the fire place... just like she did with the last one" Walter suggested as the boys started getting up from the couch. 

Outside, Ann was playing with the rest of the chickens while Kali and Ginger were watching them on the back porch. 

"So, explain to me again why we celebrate this?" Ginger questioned her human companion with curiosity. After all, this was the chickens first time actually celebrating Thanksgiving. 

Kali let out a chuckle, explaining to the feisty hen. "It all started thousands of years ago when our ancestors first came here looking for freedom. To commemorate the occasion, they had a great feast as what we all know today as Thanksgiving" 

"Mmm, it sounds like a day just to eat food" Mac replied, coming over with the others. 

"That is correct" Kali nodded to the smartest hen of the flock. 

Ginger sighed. "It always feels like I still have so much to learn about the human culture" 

Kali chuckled with a smile, telling her old friend. "Never grow tired seeking the thirst for knowledge" 

"Pfft! Ain't that you humans with your daft traditions!" Bunty scoffed with an eye roll. 

"Personally I never understood why they've had to make such a big deal out of eating all that food until you get fat" The adventure girl explained to her feathered bird friends. The tomboy was exactly the opposite when it came to tradition. She was a rebel after all and wanted to do things her own way. 

"I especially feel bad for all those turkeys that are killed every year for Thanksgiving" She then frowned. "Poor things..."

"Is that why you're eating that silly looking hot dog we saw on the counter earlier" Babs asked. 

Ann giggled, correcting the clueless hen of the flock. "It's called a pizza, Babs"

"And to answer your question, yes" Kali nodded, explaining to the chickens. "Pretty sure I picked that habit from that play I was in in kindergarten, 'No Turkey for Perky'. It was about a little girl who didn't want turkey for Thanksgiving dinner and gave it to her dog Perky while she had a pizza instead"

"Ha! That's pretty smart" Ricky commented. 

"Yeah" Etta nodded in agreement with her twin brother. 

Ginger started to ponder with her thoughts, until asking a very important question... "Do you think they'll ever stop eating turkeys for Thanksgiving?"

Kali fell silent, looking down at her life-long companion before giving a hopeful smile and gently pat Ginger on her head. "Maybe some day..."

Just then...

"Kids, come inside and wash up. It's almost time to eat" Jane called to her children from inside the house. 

"Alright!" Ann said, rushing back towards the house with the chickens and Kali following behind her. 

"Yay! Food!" Etta cheered. 

"I don't know why I'm excited about this but I am!" Ricky cried stupidly. 

Ginger watched her family run inside the house while she remained outside for a few minutes. Rocky and Nobby soon came out joining her. 

"You boys couldn't eat either, huh?" Ginger asked her mate and brother as they came over to her. 

Rocky sighed to his mate. "It's honestly just another bad day for the bird community, Dollface" 

"Bunch of bird murderers... Mentals" Nobby mocked the human species before shuddering in fear, just thinking about becoming someone's meal. 

Although the chickens knew that was never going to become of them after Kali had rescued them from her evil aunt Melisha Tweedy back on her farm in Yorkshire. 

Ginger sighed with her head hung, feeling bad for the cruel fate turkeys had to meet every Thanksgiving. "I just wish there were a way we could change all of this..."

Just then, Ginger, Rocky, and Nobby perked their heads up as they could've sworn they heard the sound of rustling. 

"What was that?" Rock asked. 

"It came from over there" Nobby pointed out towards the fence. 

As Ginger, Rocky, and Nobby followed the source of the sound they then heard the sound of a flower pot breaking and turned towards the tool shed. It sounded like it was coming from inside. The three chickens cautiously entered the tool shed, seeing it was dark inside with hardly any light to help them see other then the light coming in through the open door. 

Nobby was beginning to feel nervous as his feathers ruffled up. "M-Maybe, we just ougtha leave..." 

Ginger shushed her brother before noticing something on the floor. She leaned in to get a closer look. It looked like a couple of feathers. But they certainly weren't any chicken feathers from their flock. 

Ginger narrowed her eyes. "Someone's here"

Just then, Ginger noticed a shadow loom over her, looking up to see a big shadowy figure standing before her but couldn't make out it's face. 

"Who are you?" The British hen asked with no fear. 

A strong male voice then came from the figure. "This is your destiny"

Ginger, Rocky, and Nobby all screamed as they were suddenly stuffed and sacked by the unknown figure and taken off to who knows where...