Yesterday I went hunting for wild turkey and met a bear. Big, brown, monstrous.
He lifted his head and snarled at me across a narrow stream too shallow to float a canoe.
He could have splashed across in two heartbeats. Fortunately he was already eating something on the other side.
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Margaret understood what was expected of her. She had been raised properly and was skilled in etiquette, poise, and all things ladylike and mature.
However, there was a certain satisfaction in watching the knife plunge repeatedly into the body of yet another lifeless, unappealing, and unsympathetic excuse for a turkey.
Hillary hopes you enjoy your holidays despite whatever sinister fantasy may surface.
Eric waited in line for a ticket guaranteeing a 32-inch television for only $99.
His family continued celebrating, all except his mother, forced to work. Black Friday was now Black Thanksgiving.
Tickets ran out three people ahead of him. Eric purchased a football, hoping E.J. would forgive him for leaving.
James W. Davidson, Jr. is double majoring in English and Philosophy at Winthrop University.
“Thank you all for joining us on this first annual Thanksgiving Day,” intoned Tyrone.
“Your hospitality has been wonderful!” said Brenda Brachiosaur.
“A splendid idea,” said Stewart Stegosaur. “Please do invite us back.”
“Actually,” said Tyrone, flashing his Tyrannosaurus teeth, “I expect we’ll be needing new guests next year.”
Happy Canadian Thanksgiving, everyone! (Americans: enjoy yours next month.)