These are our turkey projects that we did in November. The students were given a blank outline of a turkey. The students were suppose to disguise their turkey as something else in order to save it from being eatten at Thanksgiving dinner. Then, the students had to write about why it wasn't a turkey. The projects turned out so cute! Great job guys! :)
I am not a turkeyI am a colorful candy cereal turkey. I have candy eye. My feathers are made out of Trixs. My beak is made out take you for goun my colorful cabuollarye
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Hi, my name is Mike, I am a leprechaun. I am a fairy who can reveal hidden treasure. I celebrate St. Patrick Day. I dress up once a year all in green.
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I protect the town and arrest people that do crime and drugs. I wear a uniform with a star badge I’m a
Police girl.
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I am not a turkey. I am a silly looking ballerina. I dance like a turkey. I have blond hair. I also have blue shoes. I have a purple shirt. I am a bad dancer at ballet. I have a dog and a cat. I don’ t like to dance . That is why I am not good at dancing. But the thing I really like is to sing.
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I am not a turkey. I am a piƱata boy. I come on birthday parties and I am filled with
Lots of candy. Children take turns hitting me with a stick until I break open. When that
happens they rush to the floor to fill there goodie bags.
Lots of candy. Children take turns hitting me with a stick until I break open. When that
happens they rush to the floor to fill there goodie bags.
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Look at me. I am not a turkey. I am Santa. I have a fat Belly and a little head. I am not a turkey because I am in a Santa suit. I am cheap. I don’t have any presents.
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I’m not a turkey. I’m a Viking. You can see my ax and my shield and my horns. That’s how you can tell that I am a Viking. Stop trying to eat me!
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I disguised my turkey as a girl and we are going to get now clows and shows and I am getting my hair done and my nails done. And my name is Mie and I have a brother and his name is Daniel and a sister named Nicole. And I love playing games and going to birthday parties.
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I am not a Turkey because I don’t have the tale in back. But I am
A farmer. This is my man that is not a turkey.
A farmer. This is my man that is not a turkey.
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I’m not a turkey. My name is Nicole and I don’t want to get eaten because people will eat me. So I am dressed as a ballerina so I won’t get eaten. I have a necklace. I like wearing my necklace because it has a little beep and I know when the people are fooling me and I have a little button in my necklace so it can tell me when the people are coming.
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I am a turkey. I love colors. It makes me beautiful today. I only love my smile. I love my smile because it makes me beautiful and it makes me to not be shy, and to not be mean to someone.
My turkey works like feather. It works when you blow the feather it moves like nothing is touching it.
My turkey works like feather. It works when you blow the feather it moves like nothing is touching it.
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My turkey is named drew. He plays for the Los Angeles Dodgers. He gots black socks and blue shoes. He gots long hair and their is stars every where around Drew. He gots black shoes laces and his laces are fat.
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I am not a turkey because I have a football helmet on my head with a Saint football shirt on. I like being a football player.



My monster trap looks like a house and it has stairs. It also it has furniture with it to. The monster has to walk on my front porch were there is soap on it. So the monster would have to slip into my house . And there will be explosions paint . And my monster will get weaker. Then my net will fall on my monster. Then my monster disappear and me an my never heard of him again. And we were happy.
Here we are waiting to feed the scarecrow our canned food. The canned food went towards those families who need food.






