A turkey named tom...

Although, I only own chickens...I have become an expert on turkeys via my Mom's recent death. Her husband is named tom...he is a turkey. Less than 24 hours after my mom died(at home), the turkey told my brother and me that we needed to find somewhere else to stay...(like a hotel). Since then, the turkey has only lied to me via promises to respect my Mom's wishes (that her sons be allowed to have some of her things). Well, yesterday, the turkey showed all of his feathers. None of them were respectful of my Mom. He gave us 3 sewing machines, one that lied to me directly about. 1 computer. 10 boxes of family pictures that predated the marraige...and "Get lost!"...
That dude is a real turkey...I can't believe my Mom thought she loved him. That dude is a freak!
(Maybe I should have told my Mom about what turkeys like to do with their sisters...because I saw it once with my own eyes. That's why "that chick" always had to visit her brother the turkey an 'unnatural' amount of time every year.)
So, spread the word...turkeys never say cock-a-doodle-doo...
but, their sisters go "gobble, gobble, gobble"...
All TRUE! (hey, tom...wait til I tell the Elks about Shiney)