I don't like turkey all that much anyway. And I'm a Pepsi drinker. In the early 70s my brother and I were driving up to Ottawa, and somewhere east of Oshawa, when my brother suddenly said, 'Duck' not too loud. There was a great crash, and I looked forward to see that the right side headlamps were now pointing at 90º to our direction of travel. So I asked him if we shouldn't stop and see what had happened. He said, "I know what happened. A pheasant came out of the roadside and we hit it. Didn't you hear me say 'Duck?'"
I said "No," and then added, "So if it was a pheasant, why did you say 'Duck?'" Those were good times.