My Turkey Research Paper

My turkey filled adventure started 4 days ago on a Monday. I was driving home with my dad and brother from surfing pleasure point, the waves were like enormous monsters attacking the beach, and I was sad to leave. On the car ride home we spoke Spanish so as to help me put in my hour a day of it. My little brother Nathan saw our favorite donut shop, and clamored for one, so after a lot of pleading and begging to my father, we crawled into the parking lot, parked, and went in. I got a bear claw, which tasted like....well a bear's claw I would suppose. This particular shop is a family owned business, the people are very nice! My dad knowing this, always buys a lot of stuff. This time he ordered 10 apple turnovers that he planned to pick up the next day. Finally, we arrived at the top of our road, and headed down it
Just as we were pulling into a parking spot, a large shape caught my eye, upon closer examination I saw it to be a turkey. I yell “TURKEY”! and my brother nearly went crazy with excitement, he wants nothing more than to catch and kill one. We have many means of killing a turkey … bows, arrows of different kinds steel broadheads, blunt practice arrows, and useless cross-bow bolts … hatchets, throwing knives, “wrist-rockets,” a kind of sling-shot, and stones. As I was running up the driveway I was not thinking at all, so when I burst into my room I grabbed