Other turkeys, boasted more skill of their beautiful feathers, seducing the world, but he could not. The shaking awkwardly, missing the time that were not there when he could concealed in the vastness of the forest. But now comes the time where you only have to wait for the fall, when the feathers fall, and watered into the moist earth, for men to pick them up dazzled by the brilliance and beauty and he were free to be just a humble and beautiful bird, one more, in the forest.
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