Thomas awoke to a dim orange-yellow glow in an unfamiliar place. The first thing he noticed was that he was face-down with his forehead to the ground; the next thing he noticed was that he was on his knees, bent over his legs with his hands firmly tied behind his back. He raised his head to look around at his surroundings; from what he could tell, he was in some sort of cave, and the glow appeared to be coming from a campfire some distance to his left. He attempted to speak, and that's when he noticed the apple placed in his mouth, apparently tied in place since he couldn't push it out of his mouth with his tongue and felt pressure at the back of his head when he tried. At that moment, panic began to set in again. My God in Heaven, he thought, am I going to be...eaten? He then saw a shadow cross the floor and forced himself to look up; there, on a raised part of the rock floor, stood the turkeys.
The Commander stared for a moment at the terrified boy his unit has successfully captured, and though his face was as stern as ever, he was quite pleased with how his unit had handled the mission; the boy was captured alive, with minimal damage to him, and there had be no one around to interfere. He turned to a large, majestic-looking turkey next to him and said, "Well done, soldier. It pleases me that you were able to intercept and distract him while the rest of the team moved into position. You will be honored." The large turkey beamed and said, "Thank you, sir." The Commander then turned to his lieutenant and asked, "What progress have you made?"
"Sir, we have successfully cracked the code to their 'cook-books', as they call them, and we have almost deciphered the methods they used to butcher our people last year. The head must be cut off along with the feet, it must be drained, and the outer coat removed – strange, these loosely-attached furs that the humans seem to be able to change almost at whim. We have found several methods they use for the fire-torture which we will have to decide upon; strangely enough, they wait until the victim is dead to initiate this. Do you think we should start with the fire-torture instead or-"
"No, lieutenant. We have done this to bring their sins back upon them, and we will do it in their fashion. We will decide how to use the fire, but in the meantime it sounds like the human needs to be prepared. Let us begin!" With that, the turkeys gave a big war-hoot and began to move.
Thomas listened to the turkeys with mounting fear and awe. He couldn't make out their language, but he was able to tell the leader apart by the face and the way that he carried himself around the others. The apple in the mouth was a symbol of what's for dinner; are these turkeys really going to cook and eat him? These were no ordinary birds; they were clearly intelligent enough to capture and tie him with some malevolent plant, so they could very well eat people. As these thoughts passed through his head, the turkeys gave a loud gobble and his fear intensified in knowing they were ready to act. The turkeys approached him, and he began to squirm and struggle against the ropes that tied him, but they were firmly tied; at any rate, two turkeys immediately rushed to him and held him down. The leader approached him from the front, and Thomas noticed his wing wrapped around something shiny. When he realized the shiny thing was a large cleaver, fear bolted straight to panic and he struggled even harder, but he had nowhere to go. The leader stepped to the side, gobbled quietly and briskly, and raised the cleaver. Intense panic overcame Thomas, and his vision began to blur, then faded to darkness.