All enjoy depression by this report.
Next course was oysters, served with considerable rawness. Cousin Fred’rck make jab to these shelled fish.
“Don’t!” holla Aunt Eliz, making horror with her nose.
“Why should not?” require Cousin Fred’rck while he swallow up.
“You are so young and yet dead already!” ollicute Aunt Eliz. “Toe-main poison are sure to resume from this.”
“Food contained less poison when I was a childhood,” negotiate Uncle Seth.
“Bygone days has went!” extract Aunt Eliz with si & grone.
I go to kitchen for bring in delicious mulligantawny soup what I bought. While I were pouring this hot beveridge in plates, I notice slight smell of burn. It was Hon. Turkey in oven, becoming too feverish. So I took him out and put him by window where he be more comfortable.
I fetch soup in plates to all those thanksgivers.
“Canned!” they yellup together with voice of sad chorus girls, while thrusting away plates.