once upon a time there was a very dumb turkey who decided to run in front of my car.
the end. for him...
ok, not really. well, yes, he (i'm assuming it was a he, cuz really, women are typically afraid of motorized things for the most part ;)) was a big dummy and ran in front of my car. but he did not die. though in my theoretical defense, he would have totally deserved it.
theoretical defense #1: turkeys are mean. i mean real mean. you meet one of those suckers in jail and they will cut you. hard.
theoretical defense #2: turkeys are ugly, and unless something is cute i don't really feel too bad about running it over (take note of this mr. mean red squirrel! no one likes you and you're not nice to our other backyard nature friends!).
theoretical defense #3: turkeys taste delicious and having run one over i would certainly not let it go to waste...
but alas, mr. stupid turkey man survived, cuz i swerved, cuz even though he is dumb, mean and ugly, and he would taste sooooo good on my plate, i still have this thing about purposefully killing things.
'cept fish.
cuz they don't have souls ya know.
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