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March 9, 2009

Stacy: It's a Spurkey!

He etched the necessary symbols into the delicate egg shell, taking care to avoid breaching the membrane. Life, growth, strength and health symbols were added to the four cardinal points, stability to the bottom, and future to the top. What good was a new species if it could not propagate itself?

He added the egg to an urn filled with water from the Spring, then dropped in a turkey feather and several spiders. The contents would steep for nine days, the essential humors of the ingredients working their way into the egg. After incubation and hatching, turkey legs for everyone!

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Comments

But what if I want turkey breasts for everyone?

Posted by: Caitlin at March 9, 2009 2:39 PM · Permalink

Then I guess we'll have to cross the turkeys with Eccentrica Gallumbits, triple-breasted whore of Eroticon Six.

Posted by: Stacy at March 9, 2009 8:23 PM · Permalink

Nobody ever wants the wings.

Posted by: Jim Parkinson at March 9, 2009 8:55 PM · Permalink

Because there is only waiting in the wings.

Posted by: *** Dave at March 9, 2009 9:50 PM · Permalink