The turkey eyed Jean-Felix. Jean-Felix eyed the turkey. It gobbled. She gasped. Then the turkey proceeded to follow the Dorchester woman over the Green Line train tracks, across the street, through traffic, and all the way down the block, pecking at her backside as she went.
"This is so scary," Jean-Felix said...
Jean, the Sons of Liberty are spinning in their graves.
Y'all are evidently unfamiliar with WarOnGuns' traditional Thanksgiving essay...