Thawing!

I can't believe it! I'm being thawed! This is incredible! I'm out on the counter of my owner's apartment. This isn't right - he's supposed to thaw me in a sink full of water, but I don't want to be picky. This is it! I'm going to be eaten!

It's kind of odd for him to be starting a turkey this late in the day. The apartment seems big, and uncomfortably warm, after all my time in the freezer. There are lots of boxes.

He appears to be packing everything into boxes. What a strange thing to do. Well, as long as I'm getting eaten, I could care less if he does a hornpipe! Cranberry sauce, here I come!