Dear Lord, I've been asked, nay commanded, to thank Thee
for the Christmas turkey before us... 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. Anyway, it's dead and we're gonna eat it.
Please give our respects to its family...
- Berke Breathed. Bloom Country Babylon