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We gathered around the table, talon to talon. We gobbled our prayers.

“Thank you for the meals we eat, thank you for the humans that sing, thank you Poultry Lord for everything.”

We dug in. Dishes of seed were passed around all the way from Great Aunt Linda to Little Benny. Nectar pitchers were drained to the last drop by the adults, water pitchers by the children. Sweet maize and green beans decorated everyone’s plates.

For the main course, there was a human baked in tin foil. It was seasoned with herbs to perfection.

I personally enjoyed a juicy piece of calf. My wife tore apart a thigh. The children had their fun snapping the pinky bones in half.

Once the human was picked clean, Great-Great Grandma Patricia croaked aloud, “And don’t you remember when we used to be the ones on their plates?”

Everyone, including myself, chuckled and chortled in unison.