To put it mildly, Thanksgiving morning was very busy. There were pies, fancy cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes, and of course, the Thanksgiving turkey that my husband took forever to bring home. I was doing my best to get everything ready for the feast.
After going to the butcher, he came back an hour and a half later. “Kyle, where have you been?” I asked with worry. But he only looked at me for a moment and then picked up his phone. He said something about the long line at the butcher’s. “Sorry, Ace.” Mom’s car broke down. He said, “I’m going to go help her and bring her here.” Before I could ask him any more questions, Kyle stormed out the door.
Max, our dog, wouldn’t stop barking at the turkey while this was going on. I hoped he would understand when I told him, “No raw meat for you, buddy.”
Max kept acting nervous around the chickens, and I had no idea what was making him mad. I thought he was hungry, even though I had just fed him an hour before.
He wouldn’t leave, even when I told him to leave the kitchen. There was more and more barking coming from him.
When I took the turkey to put it somewhere else, I saw that plastic was stuck inside it. It seemed odd because I remembered I didn’t order any stuffing. I almost fell over when I took out the plastic. I found a bag full of cash in my Thanksgiving turkey. It was worth several hundred dollars.
Max’s loud barking finally made sense to me. Though he wasn’t a police dog and wasn’t trained, he could smell and sense things I couldn’t.
Kyle’s number was on my list of people to call to ask him about the money. I thought the butcher might have given us the wrong one. I called the cops because I was afraid we would get in trouble for this.
I really didn’t know how to begin because I was afraid they would think I was crazy. I called out, “Officer.” I told the person on the other end of the phone, “There is money inside my Thanksgiving turkey.” They said they would send someone over right away.
After some time, two police officers showed up at my door. They looked at me funny when I invited them in. One of them asked, “So, ma’am, what seems to be the matter?”
I said I found the money after my dog kept barking at the turkey.
Officers checking Thanksgiving turkey full of cash in the middle of the trip
They asked, “Where did you get this turkey?” I told them that my husband had bought it in the morning.
“Ma’am, we need to talk to your husband about this because it looks like the strangest case of fake money we’ve ever seen.”
To protect Kyle, I said, “No, no, sir, my husband has nothing to do with this.” “This turkey was just bought from the butcher.” That’s all.
Kyle and his mom Ruth walked into the house at that very moment and were shocked to see the two police officers in the kitchen.
I yelled, “Kyle!” I told my husband, “I found money inside the turkey. Tell the police that you had nothing to do with this.”
He scratched his head and said, “Yes, Ace, I do.” “That’s my cash.”
“What?” I yelled.
Asked her, “Yes, honey. I took out all my savings this morning, which is why I was a little late.” “I wanted to plan a surprise trip to Hawaii for you, but I didn’t know where to hide the money. That’s why you won’t see them until I’m ready to tell you the good news.”
Ruth told the police that her son was telling the truth, but they needed proof. Kyle then took out the paperwork for the withdrawal and showed it to the police. The money he took out was the same amount of money that was in the turkey.
It made the police laugh, but I really didn’t find it funny at all. “Kyle, what would have happened if I baked the turkey?” “Have you not thought about that?” I asked.
“To be honest, no,” he said. “At the time, I thought it was a good idea, but now I know it wasn’t.” “Not at all.”
After the police left, I forgot about how scared Kyle had made me. It was a wonderful Thanksgiving dinner. We had a story to tell our family and friends, though.
