Daddy! and I spent yesterday roasting this fine featherless friend on the BBQ. I observed attentively. Daddy! told me what a 'good helper' I was all day, but somehow I still didn't get a chance to taste our feast, and had to eat kibbles with Gromit instead. sigh The life of a sous chef is full of sacrifice.
Today I helped Mommy as she turned the leftover bird into a couple of pies. She too told me was a great help I am. I think a career in the kitchen is what I would like to pursue.