Thief's Bounty

Pilgrim's Bounty is celebrated on Azeroth, similar to Thanksgiving. In-game, it usually lasts a week, so I'm going to say that the festivities last a week, but there is a particular day that the it is really celebrated, such as Thanksgiving Thursday. n_n By the way, this is a backstory before the current timeline. Before Cris.  ... No pun intended!
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“I said I wanted fresh meat! What is this? Huh?”

“Ma’am, this is the freshest turkey we had. We cooked it to your specifications. I don’t understand what the problem is.”

“The problem is that it looks like someone ran over it! Look at this squished side! The turkey is supposed to be round! How am I going to present this to my guests? And today is the day we celebrate Pilgrim’s Bounty! Where am I going to get a turkey at this time?”

The man placed his hand on his face and sighed deeply. “Look, ma’am, this is a fine turkey. We saved the biggest one for you. You can either take it or we’ll sell it to someone else.”

The human female gasped. Her child was glancing over the counter at the man trying to sell his mother the turkey. It did look good and he simply wanted to go home. “Mommy, just take the turkey.

The female glared at the man and then lifted her nose. “No, son. We do not pay for such vulgar service or food. How dare this man say that this is the best he has? I am serving nobility! He would not serve the King such atrocities!”

“Ma’am, I’m sure the King would be more humble than this.”

“You’re accusing me now?”

“No ma’am.”

The woman grabbed the cooked turkey off the counter and threw it on the floor, pieces of meat flying all over the wooden floor. The little boy’s blue eyes widened as the bird was destroyed. “Try and sell your disgusting turkey now!” She turned around and grabbing her son’s hand, she marched out of the butcher’s shop and back out into the streets of Stormwind.

“Damn lady! Patrick! Come clean this up!”

A teenager walked out with a bucket and pail and sighed at the task ahead of him. He picked up the turkey and placed it in a bag before taking it out to the back, where the man was sitting, smoking a cigarette. “Can you believe this? That woman just threw it on the floor!”

“Sorry.”

A soft rustling came from behind the trashcans along the alley wall. “Who’s there?” the merchant asked, getting up and walking toward the cans. A brown cat jumped out and ran down the alley. “Stupid cat.” He turned back to the teenage boy. “Did you pick up the damn bird?”

“It’s right here.” He lifted the bag in his hand.

“Well, toss it in the can and just clean up the mess inside. We’ll finish the rest of the turkeys for later. I’m sure the rest of the orders will go better than this one.” The man finished his cigarette and went back inside. The teenager swung the bag into the can and followed shortly after.

The smell of slow-roasted turkey with seasoning and a tinge of sweetness began to attract all sorts of creatures, from the ants to the cats, but one particular one managed to outsmart and claim the food for himself. Out of the shadows, a pair of green hands reached for the bag, pulling it close to him and running to a small shelter made out of boxes and papers. The goblin looked around, making sure he wasn’t being watched. He quickly tore the bag open and saw the pieces of turkey. His eyes widened and he smiled.

“Finally! A real dinner!” Ziggly grabbed a handful of turkey, some of it with dirt from the butcher’s floor, but to the hungry goblin and the cats and rats he ended up sharing the meal with, it was truly a feast.