Hoppingturkey

Within the house, the small cage door slowly opened. The thing held within moved forward, small eyes glancing around the dimly lit home. Stepping out of it's confinement, it was let free, and the destruction began… Lights brightening the front of the house, the small red Toyota eased itself into the driveway. Stopping the car completely, the driver put it into park and stuffed his keys into his pocket. Gathering his other things, he went to step out of the car but only managed to slam his shoulder into the glass. Glaring at the door with a small harrumph, he unlocked it and managed to escape from the thing he called the "Vehicle of Anguis

There was a battle, or so i'm told Of proportions both crazy and bold With a shuffling of feet The people took seat Whilst many fine tickets were sold The arena was indeed quite full And the atmosphere quite cool As the comabatants gathered Armed with a sword and a scabbard While the king sat upon a royal stool They came to the center of the ring Unsheathing swords starting to sing The Duck and the Bear The Tortoise, the Hare Cheered on by crowd and by king Out stepped a portly Mole Referee being his role And in an official tone The portly Mole did drone Let the Battle for the Buttered Biscuit roll! With a clash and a clan