Gabriel, who is 7, is occasionally prone to telling tall tales. The foundation of his stories are almost always based in reality, but somewhere along the way the facts get derailed into fantasy.

So when he looked out the window one morning from the breakfast table and said, “There’s a turkey in the garden!” no one took it very seriously. Probably a dog. Or a raccoon.

But no. It was a turkey. In the garden.


We have no idea where it came from. We let him eat some slugs and sample some lettuce, but when he started on the strawberries we had to chase him off.