"What the duck fid you say?" says me.
"Did you say STRESS FREE?" says me.
"Yes. STRESS FREE." says Nenny.
"Wait… what do you mean STRESS FREE? … Like… they're relaxed and shit?" says me.
* I wait for her to laugh and say NOOOO…. I meant ABC..IDONTCARE. *
"Yes. ST. RE. SS. FA. REEEEE." repeats she.
"SAY WHAAAAAAAT?" says uneducated moi.
She sighs exasperated yet calm like a snowflake (Or turkey I guess) answers.
"Yes. THE TURKEY'S are given a CALM open, STRESS FREE, environment in which to grow and thrive so that when they are
OH… OH… OH. I see now.
I get it.
My bird shouldn't be stressed during the holidays BEFORE I kill it up good. Only I get to stress out about whether or not I'm eating a bird that had a fuckin spa treatment before going to the feather plucker or not.
TOUCHE LITTLE BIRDY TOUCHE!