Mike had been trapped for hours in the dark room. He was cramped. The room was scarcely large enough to contain him.
He heard voices outside the thin walls, but he couldn’t make out any words. Suddenly the room shook and rose, as though lifted by a giant. Mike trembled. He pictured his brothers, and wondered at their fates.
The little room stopped moving just as the ceiling was ripped off. As the light struck him, Mike froze. He was staring a young giant in the face.
“Wow, a toy robot! Thanks, Mom. I can’t wait to take him apart!”
Author’s note: I was considering Thanksgiving from the perspective of a turkey, which led me to think about gift-giving from the perspective of a sentient toy.