For my first Thanksgiving as a host, I bought the biggest turkey they had in the store. Though, if I had known what it was, I would have thought twice. So when I had everything ready and the people had come and sat down. I brought it out. It was really heavy and I swayed to the side but I managed to get it on the table. When we said prayer and I brought the knife up and cut the back of it, it started bleeding and something screeched. Well, one thing is this turkey still had a head along with its throat. Next thing I knew it flew off. Well, what do you know? It's a featherless turkey...but got blood everywhere. No, I hadn't cut it that deep but it was pretty good sized wound. How in the world did this turkey get confused with a dead one, when they were packaging it and how did it survive through everything they did to it?! It was pre-cooked and I don't know anymore. Another thing is now, is that we didn't eat the turkey, so we all ate hamburgers.
