About this creation
I can smell it in the air... Charcoal grills, frying pans, ovens. They're all preparing to cook my fallen brethren.
I will not go down without a fight!
I'm one of the last survivors of the "Thanksgiving Day". Just the thought of all those pink humans, holding their knives and forks, sends a cold shiver down my feathers. This is where I plane to make my last stand... Wish me luck.
Happy Thanksgiving MOCpages! &^)