Not Enough Sense to Get Out of the Rain

The Turkey bestrode the yard like a behemoth, wings spread, neck fully extended, beak aimed skyward, open to the tempest. "Tom," squawked the Chicken. "Get in here before you drown!"

In fact, all of the denizens of the farmyard were attempting to reason with the Turkey. From shelter, of course. But the gobbler would not be moved.

"Hey, feathered guy, whatcha doin' out there?" snorted the Pig. "C'mon in! Getcher wattle out of the water, all right?"

"I know what you're trying to do!" gobbled the Turkey darkly. "You want to steal my rain!"

"Um, neigh to that," said the Horse. "Seriously."

"There's plenty of water," said the Pig. "Troughs full."

"It's mine," gurgled the Turkey. "You can't take it away from me!"

"But you're going to drown," repeated the Chicken, itself not the brightest bulb in the array. "There are lots of other ways to get water. There's the pond. There's the trough, like the Pig says. Heck, I'm a big puddle drinker."

"Too hard!" objected the Turkey. "Anyway, I'm not dead."

"Yet," said the Horse. "Not dead yet. You have to plan for the future."

"Future?" scoffed the Turkey. "What future?"

And he toppled over, stone dead.

"Guess he was right about that," admitted the other Animals.

Yeah, I know. It's a myth. Turkeys aren't really that stupid. Only one species on the planet is that stupid.