Genealogist Beverly J. Bartel remembers the four-legged turkeys of her youth:
We were four little kids younger than 6 years old, and all wanted a leg! Dad ingeniously and magically provided one each year — with four legs!
He would take the turkey's wings and sew them on behind the real legs and tell us, "see, you can each have a leg so don't fight." This worked until I went to school and saw a picture of a real turkey. [Link]
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