Week 13: Turkey Day

well here it is. its that time of year again. thanksgiving. last year i saw all my friends and family get taking away and slaughtered. i was one of the lucky ones who wasnt picked. but i got a feeling this year that im going to be next. and i was. i remember the man with the gloves forcing me into a cage and thrown onto a truck along with other turkeys whose familys and friends were taking this same day last year. i try to stay calm on the way to where ever we were going but i tremble. this is it. my time has come. i start to see light from the door open. as they carry me into a large building i make eye contact with another fellow turkey across the room and we both knew we were thinking the same thing. and then i feel a hand on my neck. and its dark.