Since Sue passed away, this year it was Frank’s job to prepare the Thanksgiving meal.
“Only kill to eat,” Frank told his kids, as he proceeded to feather the tiny bird. “Dad, that thing is too cute to eat!” said Sally, his youngest.
When Frank finished cleaning the tiny bird, he put it in the pot with the rest of the meat and vegetables.
“There sure is a lot of meat in the pot” exclaimed Bobby. “Hey Dad, where is cousin Phil? I thought he was joining us for supper.”
Frank winked as he repeated his words.
“Only kill to eat”
PHOTO POMPT © Douglas M. MacIlroy
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