When my son was in elementary school his class did a creative writing project for Thanksgiving. They had to write a story about Thanksgiving from the turkey's point of view. They also had to draw a picture of their turkey.
Will 's story was about a young turkey who lived on a farm with his brother turkey. One year in November, the young turkey saw his brother walking around to the back of the barn with the farmer. When his brother didn't return, the young turkey went looking for him, and was horrified to find a tree stump covered with blood and his brother's lifeless head.
So the young turkey runs away, and spends a year in the woods training with guns, and martial arts, and various other deadly weapons, and returns to the farm the following November, frees the other turkeys from the barn, kills the farmer and his wife in their sleep, and burns the farm to the ground.
The picture was a turkey, with a machete and a machine gun, hunting knife, and bullet belts across his chest, bandana on his head, and smoking a cigar. I was positive I would get a call from the school councillor, "um, Ms. Fortson, we need to talk. I never did.
HAPPY Thanksgiving y'all!