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It had all started so simply.

Well, simple for Ion, anyway. Nothing was ever straightforward when the reality-bending raptor-bird was involved. But this time, it swore its goal was easy enough. What could be so hard about building up a farm that could service a titan or ten?

Its initial forays went incredibly well, too. The multi-chickens were much happier now that they were up to size, churning out scores of eggs larger than Ion's head as they nested in a soft pile of hundreds of wings. The giant creek the chocobo-taur crafted attracted plenty of cheerful duck-pedes, fishing for salmon that looked more like eels with their many-finned bodies. Even the fractal sheep accepted Ion as their expert herder, providing more than enough wool to fit a giant's frame.

But the turkeys... why did it have to be the turkeys?

It was an innocent thought: holidays were coming up, so why not grab a few toms and pack them full of protein? How delightful would it be to serve up a traditional Thanksgiving roast the size of a cow? Surely Ion's enormous acquaintances would appreciate the effort. As a bonus, the sheer amount of tryptophan would give them the best sleep they've ever had.

Ion should've suspected something when a six-armed salesperson offered some prime feed to go with its poultry purchase. It should've noticed something amiss when its satchels started glowing after hauling a few loads to and fro. It should've known that turkeys aren't normally so aggressive, pecking the chocobo-taur's sides all the way from town to the farm. And honestly, how did it not notice the barista pouring some extra shots of espresso into its order?

Ion was simply too used to having all the cards to exercise any caution. There was no other excuse for it to toss the neon green seeds to its overeager flock so carelessly. Nor should it have taken its eyes off them when it chugged its drink, letting its supercharged powers run wild. There were a dozen moments where it could have called it all off, taking back control of its plot.

Instead, the clueless chocobo-taur only realized what was happening when its thermos got pecked out of its hand.

Ion open its eyes and immediately let out a shocked 'kweh?!' Six giant heads were on a slow approach towards the barn's ceiling, their vacant eyes looming hungrily over their farmer. Dozens of pairs of talons scraped the dirt floor, with another pair planting down every few seconds. The chocobo-taur wanted plenty of turkey legs, sure, but not ones that were taller than itself!

There was no choice but to run. The elephantine poultry swiftly tore the building to shreds, devouring its contents and leaving a frighteningly small pile of wood behind them. Ion scrambled for the chicken coop, trying not to send its much tamer flock into a frenzy as it tiptoed towards the back of the room. An earth-shaking gobble from behind thwarted the farmer's efforts, forcing it to fight through a whirlwind of feathers and talons to get back outside.

The chocobo-taur's wings quaked as it hid behind the coop, brandishing a shotgun in its wing-arms. There was no time to go back to town. The cafe simply couldn't brew caffeine fast enough to keep up with the destruction the mutant birds were capable of. The best Ion could hope for was a clean shot.

If only all that espresso hadn't given it a nasty case of the shakes.

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Another sketch I got from  cervelet through his Patreon perks. Following Ion's runaway success raising chickens, it decided to move on to turkeys. Why not? Unfortunately, the chocobo-taur let things get a little out of hand, and now it's dealing with far more dark meat than it can handle. There aren't enough monster movies out there about this holiday, don't you think?

Happy Thanksgiving!