Becky went about her life as poultry in the crowded, noisy pen, sucking on feed and sleeping, mostly. One day, though, the farmer came up to the wooden fence and leaned in, a grin on his face.
"Well, birdies, Christmas is coming up. I hope ya'll are looking forward to it. I don't know what you got last year, but this year, I've got a pretty good idea... a nice stuffing, and some jellied cranberry, perhaps!"
Becky couldn't believe it. She knew this day would probably come, but not so soon. Now, the turkeys were being feed twice as much feed, and before she knew it, Christmas was only a week away.