. . . it was the age of being sent first-class to an amusement park, it was the age of being killed for Thanksgiving dinner. For a turkey, regardless how it ends up, its entire existence is probably an age of foolishness, an epoch of incredulity, and a season of darkness.
Today's tale of two turkeys gives us a glimpse of both ends of the Thanksgiving turkey existence spectrum: Turkey Carton is killed and frozen to become someone's Thanksgiving dinner but ends up not even making it that far -- instead, it gets thrown through a window into a burning car. Meanwhile, Turkeys Darnay and Manette get to meet the President and then travel first-class across the country to spend the holidays at Disneyland.
I'm a bit jealous of the latter turkeys; flying first class to Disneyland is a far, far better thing than I have ever done. Still, even the former's fate is a far, far better rest than I have ever known.
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