Thanksgiving Twist

Our house was packed with relatives because the whole family had flown in for the holiday. We were all chattering and frolicking about when Father came back home. He had gone out and killed a big one. Bigger than anyone had ever seen-- in our house, anyway. It was so big, he nearly had to drag it home behind him. Everyone marveled at it and admired it. Mommy took it and chopped it and cleaned it and dressed it. When she threw it in the oven and cooked it, its savory aroma filled everyone’s nose.

In the evening, we all gathered around for the feast. Before eating, we gave thanks because we all had so many reasons to be appreciative; good food, family, friends, a warm house, and, most of all, our lives. Years ago, our ancestors were hunted and killed in tradition of this very day, but now, we were the hunters... and the humans were the prey. After saying grace, we gobbled and pecked away furiously at our plates, filling our beaks with the delicious meal we were ever so grateful for.