“How was Thanksgiving, Chuck?” Wayne asked, waddling by Charlie’s cubicle. “Good! Spent it with the family, did the whole shebang. You do something with your chick?” Chuck asked, as Wayne plopped down next to him. “Oh, of course. The food was wonderful but…” Wayne looked around and leaned in, so only Chuck could hear “...a little dry.” Chuck shook his head and clicked his tongue. “Oh, that’s a shame. Humans dry out so fast, and the fat ones cost so much more.” The two turkeys nodded and clucked in solemn agreement. “Well, maybe next year,” Wayne said, flapping his wings.