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Once upon a time, two turkey tribes lived in the kingdom of Turkeyville. The Pilgrim Turkeys and the Indian Turkeys. At one time, the two tribes had been at peace with one another, until Chief Running Beard got into an argument with King Grinding Gizzard. They had a big disagreement over who killed the first Thanksgiving turkey.
Chief Running Beard insisted that the human pilgrims had killed the first turkey. He claimed that they were responsible for Thanksgiving. The chief blamed all the pilgrims for angering the Great Turkey Spirit in the sky.
King Grinding Gizzard claimed that the Indians had killed the first Thanksgiving turkey and gave it to the white man as a peace offering.
Chief Running Beard was very angry over the King's accusation. He decided to declare war on the Pilgrim Turkey's that very night. All the Indian Turkeys put on their war paint and raided the Pilgrim's villages. Many tail feathers were lost. The war continued for seven full moons with one battle after another.
Finally, King Grinding Gizzard surrendered to the Indian Turkeys. They left west Turkeyville and moved to the east side of the kingdom. They built new villages and made their homes there. King Grinding Gizzard built his royal family a new castle. Life was not that bad in the east, but in the recent years the food supply had been scarce. Sometimes the king would send his son, Prince Ganderlegs and a band of solders to west Turkeyville in the middle of the night. They would raid the Indian turkey's fields for food.
Prince Ganderlegs had met the beautiful Turkey Princess Gobblehontis during his nightly raids. She was very warmhearted and kind. Prince Ganderlegs and Gobblehontis would meet every night under the pale moonlight in the golden wheatfield. They would walk wing in wing while they dined together in the starlight. Then she would give him large bags of grain to take home to his kingdom. Their beaks would meet momentarily, before he rode back to his Kingdom in the east.
Prince Ganderlegs had fallen madly in love with Gobblehontis and wished to marry her. He knew the chief and his father would never allow this marriage. A Pilgrim turkey marrying an Indian turkey was unheard of. The prince was determined to marry the beautiful Indian turkey princess. He decided he would ask her to marry him and run away to the mountains with him. They would build their own kingdom there. He and Gobblehontis would fill their kingdom with poults. Prince Ganderlegs rang the bell to call his trusted knight, Lord Ganderviere.
Lord Ganderviere came waddling toward the prince with his breast armor on, wielding his polished spurs. "Where's the enemy?" He asked. "I'll rip him into smithereens."
"There is no enemy," replied Prince Ganderlegs.
"Why did you ring the emergency bell?"
"I need you to deliver a letter to west Turkeyville," explained Prince Ganderlegs.
"Deliver a letter to whom?" Asked Lord Ganderviere.
"I want you to deliver it to Gobblehontis.”
"Why do you want to send a letter to the Indian Turkey Princess?"
"I have fallen madly in love with her, and I am going to ask her to marry me."
"Your gizzard has totally flipped," exclaimed, Lord Ganderviere. "Your father and the chief will never allow such a marriage."
"We will run away to the mountains and build our own kingdom."
"I can't take that letter to west Turkeyville for you," said Lord Ganderviere. "Your father will cut off my spurs and pluck out all my tail feathers."
"Please, I need your help," said Prince Ganderlegs, looking at Ganderviere with a sad forlorn look in his pleading eyes.
"Why can't you just marry Gobbalina?" He asked.
"I am not in love with Gobbalina," he replied. "She is evil. Gobbalina is almost as mean and ugly as Wolfara."
Wolfara was an evil witch that came to Turkeyville every October. She would hunt down the finest-looking gander and capture him.
Wolfara would carry the turkey home and lock him in a pen. She would feed him until he was fat enough to slaughter and pluck. Then she would cook him in her witch’s brew that she used to put spells on humans. It was late October and Wolfara was already on the prowl in Turkeyville.
Ganderviere finally gave into the prince and agreed to deliver the letter. He galloped off toward west Turkeyville on his trusted steed.
It was a cloudy October night and the forest was pitch black. He could barely see how to guide the horse along the narrow path. Ganderviere heard a ferocious growl coming from behind him. He looked back and saw Wolfara chasing after him with her turkey nabbing sack in her sharp fangs. Her prickly black hair was standing up along her crooked backbone like a patch of thorns. She was shooting flames out of her wicked red eyes. Ganderviere ducked down to dodge the streak of fire. He suddenly smelt a horrible stench. "Oh, no, my tail feathers are on fire!" He screamed, fanning his backside to put out the flames.
Ganderviere spurred his horse and the horse threw him. Luckily, he landed in the center of an enormous mud hole. His tail feathers sizzled as the flames were extinguished. Ganderviere sighed in relief, but when he looked up, Wolfara was holding her turkey
nabbing sack right above his head. He spurred Wolfara on her big wart-covered toe. She dropped her bag and started jumping up and down. Her yelps and howls were heard for miles. Ganderviere ran for his life. Wolfara finally gave up her chase and disappeared into the forest.
Ganderviere finally made it to west Turkeyville and snuck into the village. He went to the tee-pee where Gobblehontis slept and slipped the letter underneath the leather entrance flaps. Then he returned to his kingdom where the prince was impatiently awaiting his return. He waddled into the castle with his snood drooped in embarrassment. His once colorful tail feathers were now a row of charcoal twigs.
"What happened to your tail feathers?" Asked Prince Ganderlegs.
"Wolfara burnt them off with her evil flames."
"Were you able to deliver my letter?"
"Yes, I delivered your letter."
"I hope Gobblehontis will be waiting for me in the wheatfield tomorrow night," said Prince Ganderlegs.”I've managed to convince Priest Goldenwings to perform our ceremony. I would like you to be my best turkey."
"I would be honored to be your best turkey," replied Ganderviere.
Gobbalina, who had been eavesdropping outside Prince Ganderlegs’ chamber was furious. She would never allow this marriage to take place. If the prince would not marry her, then she would make sure he would never marry anyone.
Gobbalina had an idea. She would go and find Wolfara and tell her where the prince and Gobblehontis were planning to meet. The prince would pay dearly for his betrayal. How dare he choose an Indian hen over her? She would make sure he became Wolfara's Thanksgiving dinner.
The following night the prince, the priest, and Lord Ganderviere rode to the golden wheatfield.
Gobblehontis was waiting for them when they arrived, but she was not the only one waiting for them. Wolfara ran out of the woods and grabbed the prince. She poked him in her sack and carried him off into the forest. Gobblehontis was heart broken and she began to weep.
"We have to save the prince," said Lord Ganderviere. "The priest and I will ride back to the kingdom and gather up every soldier we can find."
"Please, bring him home to me," begged the Princess. "I cannot bear life without him."
Lord Ganderviere and Priest Golden Wings rode off toward their kingdom. Gobblehontis went back to her tee-pee and crawled into her nest. She wept so many tears that her nest was floating across the floor of her tee-pee. A month past and still she heard nothing about the welfare of her beloved prince. Tomorrow was Thanksgiving. In less than twenty-four hours her prince would become the main ingredient in Wolfara's witches brew.
Chief Running Beard was very concerned about his daughter. She would not come out of her tee-pee and she refused to eat. He decided it was time he found out why she was so depressed. He went to the door of her tee-pee and announced his presence.
"Gobblehontis, it is time you told your father which spirits are haunting your soul." He demanded from outside her door.
"You would never understand," she yelled back through the door.
"I have lived for many moons and seen many things, my daughter," He replied. "I have gained much wisdom from my elders."
"Well, did your elders teach you about love?"
"Oh, my princess wishes to take herself a brave stag."
"No father, he is not a brave," she replied. "He is the Pilgrim Turkey Prince."
Chief Running beard was furious and he swung open the flaps of Gobblehontis' tee-pee. He tried to enter, but her collected tears washed over him like a giant tidal wave. Her tears washed away all his anger and all his hatred. All he felt in his heart was the sadness of his daughter's tears. He walked over and wrapped his wings around her. "If you wish to marry the prince, then I shall give you my blessing."
"Your blessing is too late, Father, replied the Princess. "Prince Ganderlegs has been captured by the evil witch, Wolfara. Tomorrow he will be slaughtered, plucked, and boiled." She began to cry again and her tears formed a raging river through the center of the village.
"Please, do not cry anymore. I will gather up all my braves and rescue your prince before the sun sets."
"Oh, my dear father. I love you.”
Chief Running beard gathered up his warriors and headed off into the forest. It was not long before he had picked up Wolfara's trail. He tracked her straight to her castle. King Grinding Gizzard and his soldiers were already there. They had been engaged in a battle with Wolfara since she had nabbed the prince. Wolfara's grounds were covered in the soldiers' feathers. They were exhausted and hungry. "What are you and your warriors doing here?" Asked King Grinding Gizzard.
"The feathered love spirit has spoken through our poults," replied Chief running beard. "We have come to help you save your son." The chief and his warriors let out a loud war cry and rushed in on Wolfara. They engaged in a fierce battle. Wolfara was shooting flames from her eyes and setting fires everywhere. The warriors and the soldiers ran to the river to put out their tail feathers and ran back into battle.
They jumped on her crooked back and sunk their spurs into her. Wolfara lost her balance and tumbled backwards into her own huge pot of boiling water. She yelped and howled and sunk to the bottom of the kettle. The turkey tribes had defeated the evil witch. They rescued the prince and rode back to the Indian turkey village.
Princess Gobblehontis and Prince Ganderlegs were married in a beautiful ceremony on Thanksgiving Day. Chief Running Beard and King Grinding Gizzard smoked the peace pipe together. The kingdom was no longer divided. There was only one tribe in Turkeyville after that day, the Gobbleneers. They were known throughout the world as the brave turkey tribe that had defeated Wolfara. No hunter dared to come into the Kingdom of Turkeyville. That was the last Thanksgiving in Turkeyville. The Gobbleneers all lived happily ever after.
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