Turkey crept quietly through the brush, keen eyes fixed on his target. With a swift, calculated leap, he cornered Wolf, whose fur bristled in surprise. "What is the meaning of this, Turkey?" "Tonight, the roles are reversed, dear Wolf," replied Turkey, his feathers ruffling with anticipation.

Turkey methodically shaved the thick fur from Wolf, revealing the pale skin beneath. With steady hands, Turkey basted Wolf in golden oil, his movements slow and deliberate. "You can't possibly mean to cook me," whimpered Wolf. "Every feast needs a centerpiece," said Turkey, sprinkling fragrant spices onto the exposed skin.

Turkey carefully placed Wolf in the pan, arranging vibrant vegetables around him. An apple, polished to a shine, was gently wedged into Wolf's mouth, adding a touch of ceremony to the scene. "You always said I was too timid to host a dinner," mused Turkey, sliding the pan into the roaring oven.

Turkey paced back and forth, inhaling the rich aroma that began wafting from the oven. He glanced at the roasting pan, watching the skin of Wolf turn golden and crisp alongside caramelizing vegetables. "Patience is the secret ingredient," he murmured, licking his beak in anticipation.

Wolf[/@ch_1] rests at the center, surrounded by a bounty of vegetables, his eyes closed and apple in mouth.] Turkey carved into the tender meat, savoring each bite as he piled his plate high. The flavors were bold—herbs, oil, and the richness of an unexpected feast. "This is a meal to remember," declared Turkey, raising his glass to the empty room.

Turkey[/@ch_2] leans back, feathers fluffed in contentment.] With a satisfied sigh, Turkey admired the remnants of his victory, his eyes gleaming with pride. Outside, the woods are still, and the moon hangs high, bearing witness to the unusual dinner. "No one will ever doubt my bravery again," whispered Turkey, as he drifted into a peaceful, well-fed slumber.