The text reads as follows:
Panel 1: (It's Christmas dinner, and Milo Bloom is praying). Dear Lord, I've been asked, nay commanded, to thank thee for the Christmas Turkey before us...
Panel 2: (Milo continues as family members stare, aghast) A turkey which was no doubt a lively, intelligent bird...a social being...capable of actual affection... nuzzling its young with almost human-like compassion.
Panel 3: (Milo finishes his prayer as familial anger and anguish reach a crescendo). Anyway, it's dead and we're gonna eat it. Please give our respects to its family..
Panel 4: (Milo and the turkey have been set out on the porch, the door clicks shut). AMEN!
Pure genius. Berke, why did you ever stop? Why did you leave Bloom County alone in the cold? Was it the talking animals? the monsters under the bed? Sniff! I miss that damn boarding house.
PS: Ok, OK, it's a Christms turkey. Whatever. If you use the prayer today, switch it to Thanksgiving. Sheesh! Such nitpickers.