One of my favorite Jack Prelutsky poems from his It's Thanksgiving book (1982). It has some pointed implications for human exceptionalism - tough luck PETA.
If turkeys thought, they'd run away
a week before Thanksgiving Day,
but turkeys can't anticipate,
and so there's turkey on my plate.
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But ask any deer hunter in NH and they will tell you that the deer disappear in November!
Maybe deer are more human-like. Is that why I call my spouse "deer" ? Err, "dear"?
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