The sun had started rising over the horizon. This was it, the moment he had been preparing himself for. He saw the approach of the warden. His breathing remained calm as the footsteps stopped outside of his cell. The bars opened and he was escorted out. The Long Walk: he had heard others whisper of it, now he was starting down the corridor on it. As he walked past the other prisoners, they wished him well on his journey. Each of them knew where the journey would lead. The door opened and he had to avert his eyes from the bright light that greeted him. As his eyes adjusted he saw it, the dreaded stump stained with the blood of generations of his forefathers. Leaning beside it was the executioner’s weapon. He took a deep breath and thought to himself: “At least the food was good.” Thus is the fate of the turkey so let us be thankful, because we all know they’d do the same to us if they had half a chance.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone!