Cecil's First Day

Due to the economy, my Thanksgiving dinner guests will be 

dining on "Cecil", an obese Cornish hen. 

He was so happy when we finally arrived to pick him up.

 He said it was humiliating, sitting there completely exposed 

for all of the shoppers to gawk at. 

Courtney immediately diapered him, to restore his dignity.

Cecil is no different than other young birds in America. 

Spoiled, entitled, and demanding. 

He begged for sugar cereal that enticed him at (what used to be) eye level. 

 When I told him, "No", he threw a tantrum and demanded

 Chicken-n-a-Biskit crackers. He was traumatized  when I

  explained cannibalism. I eventually bought him a rattle out of guilt. 

I justified it being a non-sugary snack and it might help him burn off some of that wing fat. 

He was the last item to be scanned. He is used to being chosen last. He was never chosen on the playground when they played "Duck, Duck, Goose". 

There's no room for Cornish Hens in that crowd.

Cecil felt the checker's eyes upon him. She peered out the corner of her eye as he inched closer and closer on the belt.

When she could avoid him no longer, the checker pointed to his diaper and said in confusion, "What.....is that?" ----- "It's a diaper.", I replied with a tone of "duh" in my voice.

She was a little afraid and asked for me to tell her more. 

Here is our exchange:

She handled him gently. with the respect he deserved.

I brought him home and tucked him in for a nap with the cows. He protested until I assured him that the  beef were heavy sleepers.

Sweet Dreams, Sweet Cecil. See you tomorrow!