On Thanksgiving…

I often wonder if turkeys fear Thanksgiving.
If, when September rolls around, they begin to sweat.
They look at a calendar, their eyes glazing over.
They look into the future, and all they see is a roaster.
I think about this sort of thing a lot.
And then I put the piece of turkey in my mouth, and it’s all good.
I love turkey.

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