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From: Hank@handkerchief.co.uk
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Subject: Re: +=+=+=+ A Thanksgiving I Don't Ever Want to Forget +=+=+=+ Repost
Date: Tue, 29 Nov 2011 16:23:40 +1100
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I have dipped in and out... I shall follow you for a while, so post
on. If I decide they're not for me, I'll let you know so you can
decide what you want to do.
Your story made me smile. I liked the cat.
On 28 Nov 2011 17:26:00 -0600, " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant> wrote:
>In article <pk28d7p079u1dj37p90qphpetd3b03g26l@4ax.com>,
><Hank@handkerchief.co.uk> wrote:
>
>> That was lovely. Thank you.
>>
>>
>
>You're welcome. And thank you for replying. I didn't think anybody was
>reading my stories, which is why I stopped posting them. This one is a
>repost of one I posted in 2009. It actually happened. We did get a new
>cat. He didn't like feet as much.
>
>Have you been reading my Stephen stories? I could continue to post
>them, if people are actually reading them. Coming up are more about Mac
>and T-Bone and aliens from space, and Nigel goes to live with Stephen,
>and they start a big corporation, and have more adventures. Then we
>skip a few generations to the next ten year old Stephen, who is more
>than he seems, and he has some REALLY wild adventures in different
>cultures on Earth and all over the galaxy. Chad, Nigel, T-Bone, and
>Mac, are still involved, and so are a lot of new and very likable
>characters. And Sex. There is a LOT of that happy making thing
>happening all the time.
>
>I want to thank you again for your nice reply. Please have a good time
>in this holiday season, and in your whole life.
>
>Grant.
>
>>
>> On 28 Nov 2011 14:51:01 -0600, " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant> wrote:
>>
>> > "A Thanksgiving I Don't Ever Want to Forget" (Repost)
>> >
>> >
>> >This happened when I was 12, but I remember it like it was yesterday.
>> >Well, it was a good year. LOL
>> >
>> >We lived in a big country house that had a very big eat-in kitchen, so
>> >we did. Eat in it. But ultra large family gatherings, such as happened
>> >at Thanksgiving, filled our home to overflowing. Naturally we managed,
>> >but sometimes things didn't turn out as well as planned. Actually, from
>> >us kids' point of view, sometimes better than planned. MUCH better.
>> >Such as when Dad got too involved.
>> >
>> >One such holiday, we were mostly all seated at the big extended table,
>> >but us kids were relegated to two folding card tables at one end of the
>> >big table. That big table was so crowded with fixings and elbows and
>> >things, Dad decided to carve the very big Thanksgiving bird on our
>> >kids' table. Maybe he didn't want to make his usual mess on the fancy
>> >tablecloth. Anyway, that's where he dumped it, near the side that was
>> >next to the main table. Just as he was beginning his first very
>> >energetic turkey slicing attempt, the two legs under that side of the
>> >our card table chose that moment to collapse in protest, sending the
>> >turkey rolling under the big table, leaving Dad just standing there
>> >looking lost. Then, from us kids' point of view, things got even
>> >better.
>> >
>> >Spot, our old black and white tomcat, had this thing about feet. He
>> >liked them a lot. He tried to trip us when we walked rubbing against
>> >them, and licked our feet when he could get at them, and did all the
>> >other feet activities he could think of. There were a great many feet,
>> >all kinds of feet, under the big Thanksgiving table, so that's where he
>> >had parked himself, right in the middle of toe city, never expecting in
>> >his wildest feline dreams he would be anything but safe from being
>> >attacked by a gigantic dead bird at least 5 times his size. To say he
>> >was surprised would be a gigantic understatement! Not sticking around
>> >one split second, he streaked out of there, but he didn't get as far as
>> >he probably intended.
>> >
>> >Great Aunt Mabel had a very long dress on. Up it went the severely
>> >startled Spot. Mabel shrieked and tried to back away, but she went over
>> >backward in her chair. That would have pretty much ended things right
>> >there, if she hadn't grabbed hold of the tablecloth as a lifeline, and
>> >took it, and most of what was on it, crashing to the floor on top of
>> >her. Except for the full gravy boat. Mom reacted fast and tried to save
>> >it. Well, she did a little, all over herself.
>> >
>> >Us kids recovered first, and had fits of hysterical laughter. I don't
>> >think that helped any. Dad got over his paralysis and rushed over to
>> >help Mom, and almost stabbed and sliced her with the big carving set he
>> >was still holding. She avoided him like a star running back, and told
>> >him to "Put those things down and go help Mabel!" He did that by
>> >cowardly asking Great Uncle Hank to pull Spot, who was still struggling
>> >to get away, out from under his wife's dress. I think Dad didn't want
>> >to risk getting scratched. And slapped.
>> >
>> >Hank got scratched, and slapped, and escorted Mabel to one of the guest
>> >bedrooms to rest. Some of us kids were conscripted into the cleanup
>> >crew, and had more fun than usual in such a job. The floor wasn't quite
>> >as slippery as we made it out to be. When we got to the turkey, Dad
>> >offered to rinse it off and resume carving it for our dinner. Mom said
>> >"Absolutely not, we can't eat that!", so he put it out of the way on
>> >the counter. Even after all that mess, we still had more than enough
>> >food for a very good Thanksgiving dinner, and a memorable one, to say
>> >the least. As for that runaway turkey, well, it didn't get far. We had
>> >
>> >We let Spot have some of the turkey. Well, he asked. Revenge, maybe?
>> >Anyhow, he never went back under the table as long as he lived. He
>> >passed away 2 years later in his sleep. On my feet. Dreaming of the
>> >attacking turkey that, in the end, didn't get away. Possibly. I like to
>> >think so.
>> >
>> >
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>> >
>> >
>> >I know it could have been written better, but I'm not a pro at this. I
>> >hope you liked it, and may all your future Thanksgivings be as fun for
>> >you as this one was for me, if not in exactly the same way. LOL
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