Dinner Time
by Michael J. Joe

	It's total chaos. Friends and family scatter and run for their 
lives. They can only hope they won't be chosen. It happens every year 
around the same time. It is a mystery what happens to the unfortunate 
ones who get picked. They just round them up and take them. At first 
they only take a couple of us. Then the following days they take more 
and more of us. I'm a lucky one; I`ve lived to see quite a few sunrises. 
But there are others who were taken very young. These people have no 
hearts.
	
	I have wondered why they don't take every single one of us. I 
suspect they want us to breed. My breeding days are over, and I think 
they know it.

	Here comes the man, the man who feeds us, the man who takes us 
away. I've heard people call him Johnson. He is with another man, a man I 
have never seen. They are walking around looking for whoever is left. 
	
	They pointed to me. I was grabbed. I fought back wildly. I think I 
made one of the men bleed. They grabbed me by the neck. Before I knew 
it, I was taken to this room There was blood and body parts all over the 
place. To my left there was a pile of heads. Heads of my family and 
friends. The last words I heard were of the men talking.

	"I sure do appreciate you helping me out on such short notice, 
Mr. Johnson." 
	
	"It's no problem. This happens every Thanksgiving."