Last year she cooked the bird with the bag inside.
I go into the kitchen for a soda.
She is boiling the frozen turkey.
I take a plain doughnut from the bag and go back to my room.
She rubs the steam from the window and stares into the back yard.
Dad lays the turkey on the chopping block and picks up his hatchet.
She says turkey soup is the best part of Thanksgiving anyway.
She looks up at me in my robe and bunny slippers.
Danke
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Last year she cooks the bird with the bag inside.
I gos into the kitchen for a soda.
She is boilings the frozen turkey.
I takes a plain doughnut from the bag and gos back to my room.
She rubses the steam from the window and stareses into the back yard.
Dad layses the turkey on the chopping block and pickses up his hatchet.
She says turkey soup is the best part of Thanksgiving anyway.
She looked up at me in my robe and bunny slippers.