Spring!

Ah, spring! When a frozen turkey's fancy turns to dinner.

Not that you're all that aware of the changing of the seasons when you live in a freezer.

Still, it's kind of primal, isn't it? The blood kind of gets to coursing in your veins - if you have all that stuff - and you feel fresh and young and full of life.

And of course I'm frozen and have been around for kind of a while now and am not, strictly speaking, alive in the first place. But still: spring!

Maybe Easter? Ha!

Or maybe not.

I just need to learn patience. It has to happen sooner or later. Someday I must be eaten, I must be. It is my fate. I can't do anything to bring it about more quickly, but I also couldn't escape it if I wanted to. I will be eaten.