By Aerin S.
There once was a family that lived very happily. They raised lots of chickens for their delicious meat. Then one day, they decided, “Why raise chickens when you can raise sheep!” So the family raised sheep. Soon after, though, they got bored of the sheep, as the sheep were hard to slaughter and ate all the grass. The Perkins family had a meeting, and decided to sell all their sheep. After the sheep was gone, the family declared they were now a dog breeder. After many fails in attempt to breed dogs, they concluded they were not made for dog breeding. The Perkins family sold all the dogs and soon were back to raising chickens. One day, however, a small. little, beautiful turkey wandered into the Perkins’s chicken yard. “Magnificent! Dazzling!” they all cried when the youngest child of the family found the little turkey. “Ey! I’ve got and idea! We should raise turkeys!” the owner of the farm declared. Thus, the family started to raise turkeys. They named the little, beautiful turkey, Mama, or “thy Mother of all Turkeys”. Oh, how the family adored Mama, and soon enough, the family got Mama a friend, which they named Papa, or “Father of all Turkeys”. And of course, soon Mama laid eggs. The fertilized eggs hatched over time, and in the end, 7 eggs hatched out of 8 eggs. They named the chicks, Ari, Onion, Chad, Teriyaki, Corn, Grim, and Sparky. The family loved their turkey so much, they soon decided to buy a whole turkey farm. “With all the turkey we have, they look so magnificent with each other!” cried the Perkins family. The turkeys were so brilliant, the Perkins refused to kill any turkey. Thus, the family bought another acre of land so that they could raise chickens and turkeys at the same time. The Perkins family one day decided that the birds didn’t have enough entertainment. The family made the decision to grow crops, like apples and pumpkins. After a few months, the family had grown the biggest pumpkin in the neighborhood. The birds seemed to love the new addition to the farm, especially Papa turkey. Papa turkey loved the big pumpkins and slept on them all day. But one day, one of the Perkins marched into the yard carrying a big axe. Tears were streaming down his face. “I’m sorry Papa turkey, I have to do it,” Mr. Perkins’s voice was shaking. The rest of the family peered over the fence to watch. Mr. Perkins swung the axe over Papa’s head, which was resting on a pumpkin. He swung the axe down. CRACK! The Perkins family opened their eyes. The pumpkin Papa was sitting on was split into two. Papa turkey was perfectly fine, but the pumpkin was a mess. The seeds were oozing out of the pumpkin, and Papa turkey was staring at the sight. Papa turkey then started to peck at the orange flesh. The rest of the birds joyfully came and ate the rest of the flesh on the ground. The rest of the Perkins sighed in relief. For the next few hours, the Perkins family dragged the pumpkin into the new renovated house, scraped the seeds out, made pumpkin pie, roasted pumpkin seeds, and put the shell back outside into the ground the fertilize the dirt and for the birds to eat. “Let us have a very merry Christmas Eve dinner!” they all cheered. “To the turkeys! To the birds!” they chanted. After the meal of roasted chicken, gravy, pumpkin pie, bread, and fruit. The next day, the Perkin children opened their presents shouting, “Christmas is here!” Each of the children got a secret recipe with their gift that they were supposed to improve. One of the recipes included a turkey. “No!” cried Bobby, the child who got the recipe. “You have to make it, you have to improve it, it’s a family tradition,” Father Murphy told his son. Bobby nodded and looked at the recipe. Then he got to work. He knew what he had to do. He went to the back, grabbed a random turkey, dragged along a pretty fat chicken, and got cooking. Dusk came and all the children had to present their masterpiece. Jenna made pumpkin pie and added apple to boost the slightest sweetness. Josh presented a gravy that was sour and salty at the same time. It was Bobby’s turn. He took his enormous dish and presented it to the family. It was a roasted chicken lavished with a turkey’s feathers. The chicken was juicy and the skin was crunchy. The flavors were mixed and it was delicious. Then Bobby brought in the real turkey. It was alive and well, and it was beautiful. His feathers where puffed up and silky and shiny. His head was combed well and he looked like he was in a turkey show. The Perkins family vowed to never kill a turkey ever again. The end
By Ishaan Bhattacharya
Recently, President Donald J. Trump authorized a drone strike that killed Iranian Major General Qassem Soleimani, a controversial decision motivated by years of tension between the U.S. and Iran. Soleimani’s death was the result of escalatory actions in previous years such as the withdrawal of the U.S. from the Iran Nuclear Deal by President Trump. The Iran Nuclear Deal was orchestrated by the Obama Administration in 2015 with a central objective of preventing Iran from acquiring nuclear weapons. Then, the Trump Administration initiated a “maximum pressure” campaign with the intention of pressuring Iran into negotiating a more stringent version of the 2015 deal. This campaign included harsh economic sanctions and failed miserably. Also, last summer, as the US deployed military assets to the Middle East, attacks on oil tankers in the Persian Gulf region were blamed on Iran by the U.S. Amid this rising tension, Iran shot down a US drone in June. Trump nearly retaliated with a military strike, but pulled back at the last minute. But the final escalation in late December when an Iran-backed militia in Iraq staged attacks that resulted in the death of an American contractor and injured several US service members. The US responded with air strikes that killed dozens of the militia members, which prompted a violent protest at the US Embassy in Baghdad. Although the future contains incertitude, President Trump has not displayed signs of cooperation with Iran, and will stand stubbornly in the face of imminent nuclear warfare.
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