"Dear Lord, I've been asked, nay
commanded, to thank Thee for the Thanksgiving turkey before us... a
turkey which was no doubt a lively, intelligent bird... a social
being... capable of actual affection... nuzzling its young with
almost human-like compassion. Anyway, it's dead and we're gonna eat
it. Please give our respects to its family."
~Berke Breathed, Bloom County Babylon