“Moms! Moms! Let me peel the apples for the pie! Let me peel them!”
“Calm down, Alfred. You can peel them. I told you you could help me with the pies this year.”
“Yeah, Moms! Just like I did last year. Remember what you said? You said I was a big help!”
“That’s right, Alfred. You were a big help. You ran up and down the homestead hallway every time I took something out of the refridgerator for the pies. You were so excited. And, yes, you did help me make great pies.”
“Yeah. That’s right! I was a big help!”
“Well, we’ll finish putting together the apple pie, and then we’ll work on the pumpkin pies. I’ll bake the pumpkin pies here. But, I’ll bake the apple pie at the Homestead.”
“W-H-A-T?! You’re going back to the Homestead?! What about me? You’re gonna leave me here?! I wanna go back to the Homestead, too..!”
“Well, Alfred, it’s Thanksgiving, and I need to get the pies to the neighbors in Durham and then to Detroit. You know…”
“What, Moms?! You’re leaving me here for Thanksgiving?! Just like you did last year?! I thought Thanksgiving was for family?! Aren’t I family? Remember my second Thanksgiving when you went to the Ambassador’s for Thanksgiving in Equatorial Guniea and you left the evening early to make sure I got my turkey while it was still hot….?! Remember that?! Do you remember? What happened to those days when we used to spend Thanksgiving as a family?!”
“Alfred.. Alfred… yes, of course, I remember. But, you know when I’m in the States I have to Grandmoms’ for Thanksgiving. And, you don’t like to travel. Plus, Grandmoms is allergic to you and then there’s the extra cost for your ticket…”
“Moms… Moms.. What’s that sharp noise? You know I don’t like loud shrill noises.”
“Why, it’s the smoke alarm, Alfred.”
“Moms, are you burning up the pies again just like you did last year? Remember the whole kitchen was covered in smoke and I thought the fire department…”
“Afred. Alfred. A-l-f-r-e-d!! Stop all those stories. Your readers don’t want to hear you tell all your exagerations! You know the smoke alarm went off because crust from the pie dropped in the oven and burned causing the place to get a little smoky. You were never in danger. Why are causing such a commotion…?
Guys, I gotta go help my Moms finish the pies before she burns down the house. I hope you and your family have a wonderful Thanksgiving.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING,
FROM THE KING….!
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