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From: " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant>
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Subject: Re: +=+=+=+ A Thanksgiving I Don't Ever Want to Forget +=+=+=+ Repost
Date: 29 Nov 2011 17:46:01 -0600
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In article <krq8d750bmcm10f2g5e377079vtl1v2hja@4ax.com>,
<Hank@handkerchief.co.uk> wrote:
> 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.
The posts build on each other, and future stories depend on them to
create an intelligible and logical foundation. It's really a novel in
diary form. If you miss a page, you might got get the full
understanding of what's happening and why, later.
Astra should have most of my posts in the series, but I can repost any
you might be missing.
>
> Your story made me smile. I liked the cat.
Me too!
I have another Thanksgiving story from when I was 18, and my father
decided to deep fry a turkey out in front of the barn. There were some
surprises. I was going to write and post it two years ago, but never
did. Maybe next year?
I posted a story in 09 before the one in this thread. My first attempt
at a multi-paragraph story. I'll post it again today. I hope you like
it.
Tomorrow I'll resume the Stephen series. It starts a little slow, but...
Take care
Grant
>
> 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.
> >> >
> >> >
> >> >++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
> >> >
> >> >
> >> >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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