So right now I’m stuck in my neighbor’s pen with a bunch of my turkey friends. Their names are Zoe, Zaila, Joshua, and Sadie. Each day my owners would feed us. It was almost Thanksgiving, and I was worried.

My owners would pick a turkey to roast and eat. Every year, a bunch of my turkey friends would be picked and eaten. That was their tradition. Suddenly, one of the farmers took me out of the pen. This was a disaster. I said my last goodbyes to my turkey friends. “Why, Kruti, why?!!!” Sadie cried. My heart was beating so fast that I thought I had a heart attack.

They began to prepare me and were ready to cut me when one of my turkey friends raced to the door. “We’re busting her out of there!” she said. The others climbed on top of each other and Sadie rang the doorbell. “Well, hello!” Sam the neighbor said. My turkey friends bit him and gnawed him. They all raced toward me to rescue me from being eaten.

“Freedom!” we all shouted. We rushed into the woods and never returned. My friends and I lived a magnificent life in the woods until we died. We were all killed by a hunter. He basted us and cut us. Then he ate us.

By Kruti Patel