[ WP ] On a farm , the animals worship humanity as gods . Among the turkeys , being chosen for Thanksgiving dinner is seen as the highest possible honor . Write from the perspective of a male turkey who is jealous of his sister , who has been selected to be slaughtered .

`` Bitch,'' he gobbled from his place inside the pen. He watched with angry eyes as one of the gods, the one with the coveralls -- selected his sister for this years tribute. He, like the others, had run around offering to be this years tribute, but the wrinkled God with the axe ignored him. He was n't angry at the God. They moved in mysterious ways and their reasons for who they selected were beyond reasonings of his kind. `` Bitch.'' He gobbled again. It was his sister's doing. It had to be. He'd been jealous of her ever since they'd hatched. `` Bitch. Bitch. Bitch.'' 
 
 He ran at a few of the other turkey's puffing out his chest and fanning out his tail. His beard waggled angrily as he told off those who had agitated him. 
 
 `` What's wrong, dude?'' His best friend asked, sidling up to him. 
 
 `` Why did the God choose her?'' He whined. 
 
 `` Same reason everyone chose her would be my guess.'' His friend replied. `` Big breast. God's a boob guy.''
