Turkey's P.O.V.

It all started on a cold Friday afternoon the 22nd to be exact. When strangers came to pick us out i prayed I wouldn't get picked. When all of the sudden a short Mexican mom came and picked me up. the horror it was. It was a short ride to the slaughter house. To my relief I was not killed that day. I had been put in some sort of locker that was very cold. Day's had past before they opened the locker. But this time there was many of them around me talking and drinking. Time was passing by end it was starting to warm up when they had started to move me and clean me out.. If any other turkey finds this note run far away no turkey should suffer this pain I have...