Apologies, I’ve already posted this in previous years, but it’s so funny, so witty that I succumb to the urge to promote its hilarity once again. Twain is the quintessential smart aleck-y American writer and social critic, a real national treasure.
This is from a 1906 issue of Harpers magagine. Twain’s dry wit and lame brained (fake) susceptibility to always be out witted by any animal that ever tread the earth (so sweet, amusing) is in full flower here. Mama Turkey I can vouch for; yes, she is cunning, sly and usually makes fools out of her hunters (these ladies are all over my pasture every day, prancing, preening and eluding would be assassins!)
Yes, you guessed it, The Complete Works of Mark Twain from the Library of America arrived! All seven volumes. What a happy antidote to the universal unease and malaise in today’s fiction.
Twain’s youthful flummoxing at Mama Turkey’s wingtips is hilarious. He so obviously respects her and doesn’t really want to shoot her! And he’ll never eat a sardine again.
Hunting the Deceitful Turkey
By Mark Twain
Harper’s Monthly (Dec. 1906): 57-58.
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