Gravy on the Highway

by Mike

So I'm going home with my Dad, doing about 60 on I-68 west. We're minding our own business, obeying all traffic laws, when out of nowhere comes a beast straight from Revelations. This was a turkey that would have been the Devil's Thanksgiving dinner; it was 700 pounds if it was an ounce. It circled over the car several times, with an evil glint in its eye, and then it dove. My father tried valiantly to avoid it, but to no avail. It struck the windshield full on, shattering it completely, and showering the pair of us with shards of glass. I was lucky to only lose one eye. And the turkey flew away, completely unharmed, laughing maniacally and searching for its next victim.