"Dear Lord,

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I've been asked, nay commanded, to thank Thee for the Christmas turkey before us...

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...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. 

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

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Berkeley Breathed, "Bloom County Babylon"

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