Once upon a time, there lived a big, huge, fat turkey.
In fact, he was the biggest, hugest, fattest turkey in all the land.
When Jonah was a kid, the other turkeys would make fun of him. They would point at him from across the road and from high up in the trees… and even, at times, from across the town… he was that big.
And they would laugh.
At first, he cried. But then they’d laugh at him even more…. Until he figured out that he might be better off by himself.
And yes, this is so sad, that I hesitate to share it with you, but Jonah’s parents and siblings laughed at him, too.
Luckily, Jonah’s school teacher (who by the way did NOT laugh at him) taught him how to read. And the best thing, he learned, about books, is that they never ever make fun of you, or tease you, or laugh at you, or try to hurt your feelings.
Not only that, but they take you to worlds and places and possibilities that never, ever existed before.
And so, at a very tender young age, Jonah began dreaming about traveling the world.
In his imagination, he would visit the great pyramids of Egypt, he would sail the vast oceans, he would stand on top of a volcano before it erupted, he would float on the healing waters of the Dead Sea, and he’d ride horses in the Wild West, just like a cowboy!
One day, a tall man from the city of London came to visit Jonah’s Turkey Village, in Ireland. His name was Mr. Picket, and he told the turkeys in the village square that he was searching for the largest turkey in the world, and might they be able to assist him.
Together, they all pointed to Jonah, who as usual was sitting under his favorite tree on his favorite hill, reading a book. Mr. Picket was so excited that he nearly jumped out of his own skin!