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I remember the day I came home from school, and the shock I felt when I stood in the kitchen entrance and saw Arthur, plump and naked on the kitchen table. I was twelve years old and really distressed to see Arthur, headless and denuded of feathers, sitting there, waiting to be put in the oven. Dad had warned my brother and I that if Arthur defecated on the back steps once more, he was for the chop. Yes, Dad…..

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