The fox slinks through the undergrowth, its soft paws making no more noise than a feather. Outside Central Park, the lights of Manhattan twinkle in the night. No one sleeps in New York. But in the park, all is silent.
The sudden crack of a twig snapping echoes like a gunshot through the park. The fox freezes.
Slowly, it lifts its muzzle and sniffs.
Its whiskers quiver.
An unnatural scent hangs in the air, and now the fox knows that something unholy, something evil is at work here. But then, a hideous sound rips through the silence of the night in chilling tones…
"Gobble ah ha ha ha ha ha! Now all of Manhattan shall be mine ! MINE ! Ah ha ha ha haaaaa!"
The ear-splitting, maniacal shriek of joy would bring terror to the heart of the bravest creature on earth; it sounded like…like…
…Oh, forget it.
Spinning on its haunches, the fox turns tail and flees. But not before a brief parting in the branches affords it a glimpse of what horrors lie beyond. A split second glimpse of a sight so diabolical, so incomprehensible, so…ridiculous…it was as if it had seen straight into the heart of the devil.
For many years to come, old cold nights, the memory of what it has seen will set the fox shivering in its earth, shivering with fear.
What it saw, is a figure crouched on a hoverboard.
A green figure with an evil glint in its eye.
The figure is a turkey.
It is…THE GREEN GOBBLER.