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Nightmare On Thanksgiving

Gobble gobble I run from you. Gobble gobble I don't want to be in your next stew. Gobble gobble when will this end. Gobble gobble maybe 9 or at 10? Gobble gobble I have tripped. Gobble gobble I hear the dogs come like a whip. Gobble gobble I don't want to die. Gobble gobble as well. Deep fried. GOBBLE GOBBLE!... BARK BARK!.... GOBBLE!!!..... GROWL!.. SILENCE. (Voice of Morgan Freemen: Thus ends the life of a turkey he could of escaped if he just flied away but that's not how nature works. Maybe he was fed to a family or to an animal we may never know, what we do know is never wish to be a turkey you just may end up as Dead Meat.) (This has been a PBS Broadcast Thank you and for consideration by viewers like you.)

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