Week 13: Doomsgiving

As a turkey, my eternal clock lets me know when the dreaded holiday is nearing. As soon as the month of November begins all of my family members retreat into our winter home, which just so happens to be underground. Being underground provides us with protection from the festive hunters and gives us warmth. My grand parents hired a gang of badgers to tunnel us an under earth home. Thank goodness my family is loaded with food. I have no idea how the poor turkey families do. Oh I guess I do know. They get eaten. Really sucks for them.