My immediate supervisor is one of those pallid, sickly militant vegan PETA-types. She wished us all a "Happy Turkey Murder Day" just before Thanksgiving.
"If you bring your love to everyone you meet, and everything you do, you will never look frail and pallid. You will be radiant with passion and purpose. And there will never be an end to the rippling effects your love has on the world."
"Support each other's dreams and passions. Celebrate your differences. Laugh lots and cry when necessary. Practice random acts of kindness and senseless acts of beauty. And look for the good in yourselves and in everyone you meet."
Thought bubble over her head: "I'm so much smarter than them. If only they could see!"
My house had "Game hen Murder Day".
Six of them little suckers gave their all to the top of the food chain.