Surley Turkey Boy

'Twas not the season. The surley turkey boy was unhappy. I was late. I was scheduled to pick up my two birds that morning. It was late afternoon. I fought a little. I would have fought more. But I was in luck. He had the perfect doughboy face--like the kind they talk about in the cliche. What a treat to see. I wanted to lean over the cold counter to poke him. Was he sticky?