After trying to entrap her Thanksgiving dinner with a cleaver, a polearm, a guildmate's Fireball spell, a carefully constructed gnomish engineering device, and an errant feral druid in cat form, Nayuki of Demon Soul finally had to admit defeat. The turkey was simply smarter than she was. Her only hope for a decent holiday meal was to wait until the turkey's back was turned, and then blindly stab away with her knife. Surely that would work.

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