Oh, dear, it's not for us? Not even a little bit for us?
Not even a little bit.
So does that mean the Dachshund balloon in the Macy's Parade isn't for us, either?
No, Pumpkin, that's not for us, either.
Pumpkin, are you alright? You're not crying, are you?
No, I'm f-f-f-fine, but would you have a t-t-tissue?
Gee, I'm sorry, Pumpkin, but we ate them all, remember?
So, anyway, would you like to know the real story of Thanksgiving?
Oh, yes, wise one, please tell me.
Okay, here goes! May Flower was a very wealthy woman who came to America on a ship from England.
Did she sail on the QE2?
No, silly, this was a really, really long time ago. I think she came on the Titanic.
The Titanic? Oh, no! Didn't that sink?
Yes, but May Flower was rescued by Christopher Columbus, who was headed back home after having had a city in Ohio named in his honor.
Anyway, May settled on Cape Cod and became famous for her fabulous dinner parties. They became the talk of all of New England!
But what does this have to do with Thanksgiving?
Patience, little sister! I'm getting to that part.
One weekend, May decided to throw the party of all parties. People from all over the world flew in, just to attend her party. Being a kind soul, she also decided to invite any lonely travelers who were in the area, and that included the Cleveland Indians, who were in Boston that weekend.
The baseball team?
Yep, and I hear they had a 'ball'! Ha, ha, ha!!!
Wow, that must have been some party. So, I guess she invited the Red Sox then, too, huh?
Oh, my, no! Of course not! May Flower was a New York Yankees fan!
I see. So what did May serve at this party? Tell me all about the food!
Well, she served turkey, of course, which is why everyone has turkey on Thanksgiving. And there was popcorn and toast.
Ooooh, just like Charlie Brown!
Right! And for dessert they had both Boston Cream Pie and Pumpkin Pie.
Pumpkin Pie? Pumpkin Pie? Chloe, my name is 'Pumpkin Pie'! Are they going to eat me on Thursday?
Um, well, gee, Pumpkin, I don't think so. Probably not. Um, I'm not really sure.
Pumpkin? Pumpkin?
Oh, dear, does anyone have any smelling salts?
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