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Introduction to Earth Zoology, Wednesday, period 1
"Good morning, class," Jenkins greeted. "Welcome back. Those of you not familiar with American holiday traditions — which I believe is most, if not all of you — may not understand the cultural significance of today's animal, but seeing as we've not managed to cover any birds yet, I thought this week would be a perfect opportunity to tackle one of the larger species of that class: the turkey."
There was a rumble from behind the supply closet door, which rattled in its frame. Jenkins shot the door a concerned look, then turned back to the class. "Now, ah. Turkeys are —"
The supply closet door burst open, spilling forth a rafter* of four-foot-tall, bald-headed birds, all flapping their wings and gobbling aggressively.
"-- attacking," Jenkins finished. "The turkeys are attacking. Wild turkeys can be extremely aggressive. I highly suggest taking the high ground." He stepped with tremendous dignity onto a chair. "Though if anyone would care to try to get these turkeys out of my classroom, I would be eternally grateful. . . ."
There was a rumble from behind the supply closet door, which rattled in its frame. Jenkins shot the door a concerned look, then turned back to the class. "Now, ah. Turkeys are —"
The supply closet door burst open, spilling forth a rafter* of four-foot-tall, bald-headed birds, all flapping their wings and gobbling aggressively.
"-- attacking," Jenkins finished. "The turkeys are attacking. Wild turkeys can be extremely aggressive. I highly suggest taking the high ground." He stepped with tremendous dignity onto a chair. "Though if anyone would care to try to get these turkeys out of my classroom, I would be eternally grateful. . . ."
Re: TURKEY ATTACK!
He was laughing the whole time, absolutely delighted, no matter how many wings or beaks or feet his got in his face. He remembered hearing stories of cuckoos attacking a person like this, but never imagined he would ever experience something even remotely like it.
He wasn't doing to well trying to get them out, like he was attempting to do, but, dammit, he was having fun all the same.