What's the turkeys name?

When I was a little girl (somewhere between 5-8 years old), we went to visit relatives for the holidays. They had a farm. Having lived my whole life in the city, I was very fascinated by the idea of being able to grow your own food. I really thought all food came from the grocery store up till that point. I remember being amazed that the vegetables were different sizes and different shades. I had always know the uniform colors and sizes from the grocery store. I remember the chickens running around us wanting food (today those chickens would be considered free range!). They showed us the horses and even let us ride them. Then they took us to a pin where there was this giant turkey. I had never seen a live turkey before. He ate out of our hands. He let us pet him. I turned to my uncle and asked, "What is the turkey's name?". He let out a little laugh and said, "Dinner". I was confused for a minute then I realized what he meant. I got very upset and announced that I wouldn't eat the turkey. Then I convinced most of the other cousins to refuse to eat the turkey too. I was going to save Mr. Turkey. My frustrated uncle went to my mother to plead with her to make me stop picketing (yes I was guarding MR. Turkeys pen along with many of the other cousins)and to get the other children to stop also. My mother laughed the same little laugh back at him and said, "What were you thinking letting them pet that turkey in the first place. What did you think was going to happen?", and refused to intervene. We didn't have turkey that holiday. My little rebellion had given Mr. Turkey a Thanksgiving day pardon. We ended up having ham that day. I guess it's a good thing they didn't take us by the pig pen.