Dickens' Great expectations Book

I CANNOT take this book seriously.

As a Native American version, there is this element of quiet, dignified, solemnity inherent in the story. So as I'm reading this to my kids, I sort of blew the mood when the otherwise normal farmyard turkeys unexpectedly started talking:

'Willingly, the young girl followed them straight into their pen.

"Welcome to our home," said the old turkey. Without a further word, he directed the other birds to encircle the Turkey Girl. Breaking into song, with their heads held high and their wings fluttering, they danced round the young maiden, dusting her with the soft tips of their wings. Dirt and twigs fell from her black hair, which began to shine like a starlit night. Brighter still glowed her dark eyes.

Satisfied with her cleanliness, the turkeys again encircled the Turkey Girl. With their heads turned away, they fanned out their beautiful tails and entwined their wings to give her a small room in which to undress.

"Lay your clothes on the ground," said the big gobbler.

The Turkey Girl spread her tattered dress and ragged shawl on the ground next to her yucca sandals.

Swaying up and down, the turkeys treaded and tapped new life into her old clothes. They sang while they worked...'

The turkey dancing magically transforms her clothes into some pretty fine duds, trimmed, of course, with turkey feathers. The Old Turkey tells her she needs jewels, which she doubts is possible, but "the gobbler tosse[s] his head in a superior way" and explains how the turkeys have been collecting treasures the careless humans drop for many moons and storing them in their gullets. What a lovely visual. But wait, it gets better:

They tell her to stand still, while they fly above her head, "circling slowly, gurgling softly, as they coughed up their treasures."

Magical. That's the word you were thinking, right?

Now, to solidify how just how petty turkeys really are, they tell her:

"We ask no thanks...you have given us much. We wish to repay your kindness. All we ask is that you don't forget us. For if you do, we will understand that you are mean of spirit and deserve the hard life that is yours."

So instead of having to be back by midnight because the magic runs out, the turkeys tell her she has to be back to prove her loyalty.

The story then returns to its former dignified manner.

I fully admit it was rather unbecoming to giggle and snort, especially if this is a legitimate Zuni tale. But can you see what I mean?

Honestly-- snotty turkeys!