Turkey Hunt
Caleb and Eli seek me out, each carrying a little plastic hatchet. “We’re looking for the turkey,” says Caleb. “Thanksgiving’s over.” “No, the little turkey that goes in the play barn.” “Oh. I don’t know where it is.” “Well, have you sawn it?” “No.” “No, Caleb, have you seen it. You said ‘sawn.’” Caleb walks …