"Another postcard from Carlos arrived in the mail today. What is that on his head? Is he rockin' a fez?"
At this point Sherry Symons Mitchell suggested that the turkey must have robbed my grocer stand to afford to do all this traveling, so I decided to check my register...
"Bad news, guys. Register is empty! Nothing in here but a scrap of paper and some feathers!"
"Hey, these don't look like turkey feathers. And there's something written on the scrap of paper..."