While I was thusly straggling along with burdened back, one assorted dog, name of Hon. Fido, snux up behind of turkey and made smiling sniff-nose.
“Shoo!” I report. Hon. Fido stood waggishly saying nothing, but looking at Hon. Turkey with flirting eye. I was joyful to observe this, because Hon. Shakespeare say, “Them what dogs loves must have many tender qualities.”
Date of Thankful Thursday arrive up. By early a.m. of dawntime I arose up and commenced. All a.m. that assorted dog, Hon. Fido, set outside screen door. I permit him. I arrange Hon. Turkey to polite position and stuff his surprised interior with decorated crumbs. I satisfy him with salt & pepper.
About time of afternoon p.m., I could hear several thanksgivers scraping their footprints on rug. Their feet sounded quite hungry, yet I could not hear any words spoken more cheerful than Sunday. Hon. Turkey now send forth smiling smell of bakery, and I was glad to assist his importance.
Pretty soonly all take set-down to table.
“We got much to be thanksgiving for,” report Hon. Goober with sharp knife. “Dinner is late as usual.”
“Too bad weather are so full of dishagreeable qualities!” grubble Aunt Hannah with golden teeth.
“It were not thusly when I was a boy,” report Uncle Seth with grone. “Please pass the celery.”
He make smack-taste of this foods, then flop it back with snubbed expression.
“I have tasted no respectable celery since 1841!” he holla baffably.