I read a short story a long time ago, when I was living with Carney, about a family that had turkeys. The parents had to go away for a few days and left the much-older sister to look after the two little boys. She was to make sure that they took good care of the flock of little baby turkeys that had just arrived.
The author spent a hilarious page or two describing how the baby turkeys became featherless, plucked by the boys probably. Anyway, it was their fault, and was the sister mad. The poor little turkeys were shivering, so Big Sister sat the boys down and proclaimed that they had to learn to knit turkey sweaters. Sobered by the thought of their father's wrath when he saw the shivering turkeys, they did just that. With Big Sister's help, they knit little turkey sweaters all day and night, and the turkeys stopped shivering.
Wish I could remember who wrote that story; they deserve a medal.
Somehow when I searched for 'turkey sweaters' I came up with something different, like this:
(photo from Late Night with Jimmy Fallon blog, 2009)
(photo from fufufashions.com)
I guess turkeys wearing sweaters isn't really any weirder than what we wear or make our dogs wear.