Turkey Tom: “You’ve basted your last bird, fowl fiend.”
A low, confident voice pierces the shadows as Turkey Tom emerges from the doorway, beak set in a determined line, his tailored tuxedo feathers glistening. He adjusts his cufflinks, fixing his gaze on the dimly lit room where his target lurks.
“You’ll find Thanksgiving is well-protected,” he declares coolly, the holiday itself hanging in the balance.
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15/11/2024