[From our^( , here is a Chad Concelmo vintage from at the present time in Dtoid, 2009]
The opposite day I used to be riding down the road, when a big feather from a rusty white truck transporting turkeys blew into my Jeep window. Once I pulled over, I held the turkey feather in my hand and a unmarried tear cascaded down my cheek. I appeared up into the atmosphere solar and thought of a time when turkeys will have to have walked round our international freed from all concern. A time when turkey households used to assemble round their little turkey dinner tables and gobble in regards to the turkey dad’s day on the administrative center or the turkey child’s day in class.
After I were given house, I positioned the turkey feather in an ornate vase at the mantle of my hearth as a tribute to our fallen feathered pals. As I bent down to pick out up my Xbox 360 controller, the feather floated off my mantle (perhaps at the breath of God?) and landed immediately on most sensible of one of my videogame consoles.
Once more, I cried.
After which it hit me. The turkey feather was once looking to inform me one thing. The best way the sunshine danced across the frayed ends of the feather — the way in which its shadow shaped a selected grey form at the raveled white most sensible of my console. After all! All of the turkeys of the sector have been speaking to me thru this mystical feather despatched from destiny herself to inform me their torturous story. A horrible story about how turkeys of the sector were viciously portrayed in videogames through the years.
Hit the leap to listen to their tragic tale.