Sunday, December 25, 2005

Dear Lord,

I've been asked, nay commanded, to thank Thee for the Christmas turkey before us... a turkey which was no doubt a lively, intelligent bird... a social being... capable of actual affection... nuzzling its young with almost human- like compassion.

Anyway, it's dead and we're gonna eat it. Please give our respects to its family...

- - - Berke Breathed

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