Muse’s Thoughts on Thanksgiving
Felicity shrugged and sarcastically replied, “Yay, let’s celebrate some Europeans stealing land and killing people who were born there.”
“Come on Fee.” Blake moaned as he passed the plate of turkey towards the girl, “Do you have to ruin every holiday?”
“She’s right though.” Opal laughed as she moved the turkey as far away from her as possible. “Not to mention we slaughter the bird that was almost our national symbol. That shows commitment.”
“Says the vegetarian.” Chelsea repeated, mocking her. “’This bird was named Kevin. He had a lovely wife and three eggs at home.’ Give it a break girly, you can’t save them all.”
“Chels!” Dylan snapped, “You scared Tate again.” All eyes swirled to the youngest and littlest of the group whose eyes were as big as dinner plates. “She was kidding Tate.”
“Poor Kevin...” Tate whispered as he looked down at the turkey on his plate.
He looked back up with some tears in his eyes and Chelsea sighed. “I was just kiddin’ Tate. This wasn’t a turkey named Kevin, he doesn’t have a turkey wife, no eggs, nothing.”
“I think I’m a vegetarian now...” Tate murmured putting the rest of his turkey onto Dylan’s plate.
Blake looked at Felicity and mouthed, “I got ten bucks he won’t last a week.- Ow!” He yelled as Dylan stomped on his foot.
