Box meme with a live turkey.
Send 📦 + an object for my muse to react to getting that object as a present in the mail.
(Accepting!)
The box was gobbling. Loudly, angrily. Was this payback from Aren for the googly eyes? Or the glitter? Thank the gods she hadn’t sent the candy phalluses. Who the fel sends a live turkey? It wasn’t even close to Pilgrim’s Bounty.
“Oirigh’ kids, lil’ shit’s gonna be angry when ah let ‘im out, so ah need ya on th’table an’ away from it, yeah?”
“Okay, mumma,” Jon responded brightly as Rose was already scrambling to get onto the table.
Gin stood by the sofa, using one of her husband’s swords to open the package and free the bird. “Coun’ o’ three, yeah? One…two…THREE!”
The bird burst out of the box, wings flapping, feathers flying, and much louder gobbling. It was utter chaos. The dog and the wolves that were inside started barking and howling, chasing the bird around the tiny living room as Gin tried to direct them to the door and away from the twins. Her yelling mixed with the various animal noises as she managed to get them out of the house and into the small field next to it. That poor bird probably wasn’t going to survive, but at least she wouldn’t have to feed the wolves tonight.
“Who th’fuck sent me a Ligh’ damned turkey?”
( @ma-at-thought, @areniaagn for mentions )
