One year at Christmas my mom went to my sisters house for the traditional feast. Knowing how gullible my sister was, mom decided to play a trick.

She told my sister that she needed something from the store and sent her for it. While she was gone, my mom took the turkey out of the oven, unstuffed it, restuffed it with a Cornish game hen, put stuffing back over the top of it, and put it back in the oven.

When it came time for dinner, my sister pulled the turkey out of the oven and proceeded to remove the stuffing. When her serving spoon hit something, she reached in and pulled out this little bird.

With a look of total shock on her face, my mother exclaimed, Patricia, you killed a pregnant bird!!!

At the reality of this horrifying news, my sister started to cry. It took my mother two hours to convince her that turkeys lay eggs.