Thanksgiving Turkey?
"Children, children, gather ye round!"
They rush to the table without another sound.
"Papa, papa! Can you tell us a story?"
"Of course, my child. Now don't you worry."
The Father begins to sharpen his knife.
"Go fetch the turkey, my dear." He says to his wife.
The Father begins speaking in very hushed tones.
"Kids, I saw your mother throwing stones! Stoned a man to death, cooked him, and ate the meat off his bones!"
The children's eyes grow very wide.
They fall quiet as their mother steps inside.
"Mama, is that indeed a turkey you bring?"Says one
child. "Or is it some other
meat you've compiled?"
The Mother quickly glances around the room.
She spots the Father... is it safe to assume?
"What do you mean by that,
my dear? What's your explanation? Come, let me hear."
The child looks around and slowly steps closer.
The Mother was engrossed in her.
"Mama...we know what you did! It's sickening!" The child yelled, pulse quickening.
The Mother smiled and chuckled.
The children's faces blanched, knees buckled.
"Well then, it's time to eat.
I'll cook you all and savor
your young, tender meat."