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Turkey Devastation 15 Years Ago

LeAnn Clark, Contributor

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My mother and father were out of town and coming home for thanksgiving. This was my first time ever making dinner so I had to make it to perfection. The whole family was coming over; my aunts, uncles, cousins, mom, dad, siblings. The only person here to help me was the boy I was babysitting, Jacob. This eleven year old boy and I were going to cook the whole meal. I asked Jacob to put make the stuffing and mashed potatoes and I prepared the turkey. I put the turkey in the oven and checked on it every so often. Jacob and I finished the salad, mashed potatoes, stuffing, and picked up loaves of bread from the store. I was checking on the turkey when I remembered that I forgot to pick up a pumpkin pie. I left Jacob to watch the turkey as I went to the store. When I came back it was a mess. Jacob was screaming and there was turkey attached to the ceiling and it coated the floor. I asked Jacob what had happened and he replied, “Never stuff a turkey with popcorn that hadn’t been popped.” Jacob was crying and I had no idea on what to do for everything was ready but the turkey. The company was suppose to show up in three hours and I had no turkey, and the room was a mess. Jacob and I frantically mopped and vacuumed scrambling to clean up the room. I told him to go set up the table while I finished cleaning because I just wanted to be left alone. We were sitting in silence at the table just thinking of what to do. We heard the neighbors screaming jumping into the car yelling about how they forgot cranberry sauce. Then Jacob looked at me and stormed out the door. I screamed at him telling him to come back but he was gone. I walked outside looking around and all I see is a little boy running towards me with a big platter with sliced turkey on it. “Your neighbors turkey is humongous.” yelled Jacob. I told him he shouldn’t have done that but he explained they were cooking two turkeys so he took the sliced up one and brought it to my house. I thought about it and I agreed with Jacob we wouldn’t tell anybody and keep the turkey. Right when everything was in place my parents arrived and Jacob’s mom arrived to pick him up. “Did you have fun?” asked his mom and he replied “Yes,” winking at me. This was a strange thanksgiving and since I am only eight years older than Jacob, we kept in touch and ate together every Thanksgiving after that.

Story Inspired by Jack Prelutsky

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Turkey Devastation 15 Years Ago