Something Amew
Submitted by mattg97 on Mon, 11/30/2009 - 18:01.
Something’s Amew
“Was it just me or did that pie just move?” I asked to no one in particular. Or did that turkey just move? I thought. Yeah, it did it was right next to the salt.
“Hey!” I cried, “Where is the salt?” It doesn’t matter, I thought, at least we still have the turkey.
“Oh come on!” I screamed “What happened to the turkey!” “Hey mom, did you take the turkey out?”
“No honey “, she said, “But can you stop that mewing?”
“What, I haven’t been mewing!” I replied. “Dear me”, I said as I looked at the table, “What happened to all the food?!” The sight before me was shocking. No potatoes, no corn, no rolls and no cranberries! The whole table was licked clean. Then a sound drew my attention…
Mew. The sound, that solitary mew drew my attention to the family pet, Mr. Whiskers. I saw that he looked stuffed and he looked like an overstuffed stuffed animal. Then I looked at his food bowl. His food wasn’t touched, the same way we left it. Mew, BURP. Well I guessed that settled it.
When my mom asked what happened I told her and she got upset. Then to make her feel better I said:
“At least someone had a Happy Thanksgiving!” Mew, BURP.