Becky was almost becoming used to life as poultry. She ate and slept to a precisely-determined routine, and
became good and fat and round like a good turkey should be. She'd lost track of time and although she spent her
nights dreaming of human memories, she had no idea of what time of the year it was.
In truth, it was approaching Thanksgiving. This was always a boom time in the transformation business as the
demand for produce increased. And Becky, as a turkey, was set to be in demand.
One morning, the farmhands entered and made an announcement to the pen. "Morning, birdies. You're looking good
today. As you may not know, it's that time of the year when people gather round the dinner table for a delicious
feast. This year, some of you are gonna be on the table, instead of around it".
Becky shuddered in horror.
"To decide who gets to be a Thanksgiving star, we need to measure y'all up. The chosen birds get to go to force-
feeding ahead of the big day. So let's get you birds outta here and onto the scales!"