Thanksgiving

“Is there any of the legs left over?” Uncle Larry asked, wriggling excitedly in his seat.

“Dude, this thing’s huge,” my cousin Elmo said. “Of course there’s leftovers!” He munched on his food.

“I just feel bad eating it,” my sister Louise said. Typical vegetarian. Although she was fine eating meat, as long as she complained about it.

“It was too fat to do anything anyway,” I sighed, sipping my drink.

“You’re probably right,” Louise said.

Uncle Larry burped. “This is the best Thanksgiving ever!” he said. “Good thing there’s a war going on.”

“Yeah, otherwise us worms would have almost nothing to eat,” I said.