Narrative Of Thanksgiving

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I, Shaq the Turkey, hate Thanksgiving. I was born on March 28th 2010. My parents were killed in October to be eaten for Thanksgiving in November. I, however, was taken to a Turkey Camp. All of the newborn Turkeys went to Camps when they were born. We were all taken here so we could get taken care of and we would get fed. Most Turkeys thought it was nice of people, but that wasn’t the real truth. We were taken care of and fed so that we would become big Turkeys and then we would be killed as well. They would use all of us for Thanksgiving. They did feed us nice food though. We were fed corn and soybeans to bulk us up. They have a lot of vitamins and minerals. At about 4 years, they would send us to another farm. Humans would