SKOOKUM AND THE TURKEY BUZZARD

One evening as the shadows grew long and the crickets droned a late summer lullaby, Skookum laid down among the pineapple weed to take a nap. He quickly fell asleep and slept so deeply that when a turkey buzzard came along it took him for dead. The buzzard picked him up in it’s beak and began to eat him, but Skookum tasted so foul that all of the feathers on the buzzard’s head fell out, and it spat him back out. To this day the head of the turkey buzzard is bald. This is especially impressive when you consider that Skookum’s flavor was more repulsive than the rancid putrefied flesh, which buzzards typically eat.