My friend Nate rode a bus 3 hours to a turkey farm, picked up this little booger, and brought him home to Hangzhou. He now lives in the window of my friends apartment, eats corn out of a bowl, and disturbs the curious neighbors with his loud cackles.
His name is Tom the Turkey. Tomorrow he will be Thanksgiving dinner.
I won't eat him though, because I'll be at work. (no Thanksgiving dinner for me this year, C'est las vie.)
I'll never look at a frozen butterball the same.
walk slow. xoxo.