Every year, Americans sit down on the last Thursday of November to stuff their faces full of food, gain about ten pounds, and watch a parade in New York City. Our President even pardons a turkey, yes a turkey. One of this years pardoned turkeys was able to conduct the interview just after the ceremony. It was by phone, as he was already on vacation in Hawaii by the time.
Me: Thank you for answering the phone! I’ve got a few questions for you please.
Turkey: Gobble, gobble!
Me: Congratulations on being one of the the pardoned turkeys for 2014!
Turkey: Thank you! It’s nice not to be on the center of the table with golden brown skin and sitting in boiling hot gravy.
Me: Who started this whole “Thanksgiving” thing?
Turkey: Some people on a ship hit a rock, got stranded, found a turkey, roasted it and called it “Thanksgiving.”
(For those not familiar with the ship hitting the rock story; the Pilgrims sailed over here, found a rock, named it Plymouth, and ate some turkey)
Me: When I cook a turkey, I give the giblets to the dog. What are giblets?
Turkey: Giblets are a strange part of the turkey. I probably shouldn’t tell you where they come from, otherwise your dog wouldn’t be very happy.
Me: Your feathers are so nice, could I make a pillow from them?
Turkey: How about I make a pillow using your hair! If I was not a few thousand miles away, I would chase you around the room and pull out your hair for my new pillow!