Hello my name is Turkey, I am the one of millions of turkeys that are slaughtered for the evil humans own joy and so they have a great feast. Every year the humans pick three turkeys, last year Bob and Ted were selected and I haven’t seen them since. I hope they don’t pick me this year. Crea Kkkk no there here i have to make an escape plan quickly . Yes i know! i will sneak past the human and make a break for it for the road. Where are does chickens said the Evil human butcher. I ran past him he saw me and called for more human support. All of a sudden crack crack the sounds of muskets firing at me. I ran for a bush there i found a middle aged man holding a musket. I thought it was the end of my life. Scrackkk three turkeys flew out of the sky and clawed the man tilled he ran away crying. My fellow companions told me to go for the road and go into the forest. I flapped my wings like i never had before and ran to the road. When I got there a jeep almost hit me, I continued I knew it was a bad idea to run into the road but it was my only chance. The last thing I remember is a big rig speeding toward me and a group of humans running over. The End.
