Today is the big day. We all graduate! Now that we’re adults, soon we’ll be moving out of the nursery to our new quarters and the new class will take our places here.

It’s been a long hard ride but we’ve all made the grade. The care-takers, large creatures that walk on two legs like we do, have given us all high praise. “Ooo, look at that one!” they say. And, “There’s a fine one! Look at its posture, look how dignified it carries itself.” “As fine a group as I’ve ever seen!”

The care-takers are our friends, they love us and do everything for us. We love them back, indeed!

We’ve been in the nursery since we were born. The care-takers taught us everything we needed to know about the nursery, where the food is, the water, where to toilet, etc. A great place, the nursery, everyone has had free run of the place, no stress, no strain, wanting for nothing. We grew up in a positive atmosphere that I’m sure we’ll look back on in the future with fond nostalgia.

The only dark cloud to ever pass by was when an individual we called “Mort” fell from the top of the sleeping quarters and broke his leg. The care-takers came and got him and we never saw him again. They never told us what happened to him. We soon forgot him.

Nevertheless, life has been good and now we’re moving onward and upward! The care-takers are directing us to the embarkation point and showing us to our traveling cars, not too spacious but open and airy.

The cars are all loaded onto a huge vehicle that will take us all to our new lives. The whole class is really excited as we all speculate about our bright future.

We travel across the countryside and see just how large the world really is–so much to see and do! Finally, the huge vehicle pulls into a large door in a cavernous building and new care-takers begin unloading our cars, placing them on a moving belt that takes us deeper into the gargantuan structure.

Then I notice something a little disturbing. There’s a guy running around down on the floor. Now usually there’s nothing strange about a guy running around except this guy doesn’t have a head!

I had to catch my breath when I saw the horrific sight. I began to look at my surroundings a little closer. In the distance I saw others hanging from a moving line, all without heads! I could feel my heart beat accelerate. This wasn’t good. The headless ones went into an enclosure and came out the other side of it completely naked, stripped of their coverings.

My mind reeling, nothing makes sense. The care-takers were so kind, they gave us everything, helped us when we were sick. Why have they delivered us to this hell?

The car in front stops and care-takers remove the individuals inside one by one. They’re putting each head through a hole in a machine and cha-ching! the head drops into a wire basket beneath it and the care-taker hangs the lifeless body on a hook. Some of the eyes in the heads on top in the basket are blinking. My heart is beating like it will explode any second.

Why are they doing this to us? I begin to scream like everyone else in the car as we realize we’re next. Above the moving line of hooks that carries our cadavers away is a legend that says “Nugget Line.”

In my hysteria, wildly looking about for some way out to no avail, I see another area where the naked corpses are being dismembered. Nearby, a care-taker sits gnawing on someone’s leg and it dawns on me. They’re going to eat us! They raised us, took good care of us just so they could kill us and eat us! I keep on screaming.

As they push my head through the hole I see another word there I can’t figure out–strange thing to contemplate at this moment but, in spite of my overwhelming fear, I can’t help asking, “What’s a McDonalds?”