Conversation on Turkey Day

Ramekin: I feel silly. Why are we hiding again?

BooBaaa: Because Mommy handed me a stuffed turkey and got the camera out.

Ramekin: Ahhhhh… that would be Turkey. That means it's Thanksgiving.

BooBaaa: Why are you smiling? I can hear you smiling. This is serious, Ramekin.


Ramekin, sitting up: Because I rather like Turkey. We've had some good Thanksgiving photos shoots together.

BooBaaa: Are you saying we should do this?!

Ramekin: You know she's not going to go away until we do.


BooBaaa, sitting up: You may have a point.

Ramekin: Well, you might, too. Mommy looks pretty determined to keep us here as long as it takes.

BooBaaa: So what are we supposed to do?

Ramekin: Look cute and pose with Turkey, what else.


BooBaaa: Huh. Well I'm always cute, but Turkey doesn't seem to do much.

Ramekin: Well, you have to remember that Turkey isn't a real live turkey like the ones we met last Thanksgiving.

BooBaaa: But you'd think it could at least sit in my lap without falling over.


BooBaaa: Here. You can try making it sit in your lap…

Ramekin: Cool.

BooBaaa: …but just for a minute, Ramekin. Mommy gave him to me to hold!



Ramekin: Awwww look -- I'd forgotten how cute his little wings are.

BooBaaa: What are you doing, Ramekin? I said it was just for a minute!

Ramekin: And I think he remembers me.

BooBaaa: Ramekin! (sob) Give him back!


Ramekin: But look! I can make him pose nicely for the camera.

BooBaaa: Mommy! Mommy! Make him give him back!

Ramekin: And just look at all his tail feathers.

BooBaaa: MOMMY!


Ramekin: Hold your tail feathers, BooBaaa. I was just playing with him.

BooBaaa: Poor Turkey.

Ramekin: Oh please. Turkey loves me. He's just fine.

BooBaaa: Well, I hope so. We have to keep him healthy so we can eat him.


Ramekin: What?!?

BooBaaa: It's Thanksgiving. Mommy said people eat turkeys on Thanksgiving.

Ramekin: That can't be right! I'm sure that Turkey Day means celebrating turkeys, not eating them. We're not eating Turkey!

BooBaaa: But mommy says it's tradition. Apparently, first they cut off their heads. . .

Ramekin: Quick! Cover your neck, Turkey!


BooBaaa: … but I don't see why. What's wrong with eating their heads?

Ramekin: Noooooooooo! Mommmmmmyyyyyyy! He's eating Turkey's head! Make him stop!

BooBaaa: Yum.


Ramekin: Aaaaaarrrrrrgggghhhhh!

BooBaaa: I'm just teasing you, Ramekin. Mommy said it would be funny.

Ramekin: It's not.

BooBaaa: And we're not eating Turkey. We're having chicken.


Ramekin: Chicken? We're having chicken?

BooBaaa: With stuffing.

Ramekin: Well, that's okay then. After all, it's not called Chicken Day.

BooBaaa: So, are we going to do this photo shoot or what?

Ramekin: Let's get it over with. Might I suggest a song to celebrate the day?

BooBaaa: Good idea, Ramekin.


Ramekin and BooBaaa, singing: Oh Turkey Day, Oh Turkey Day, We hope you have a happy one. Oh Turkey Day, Oh Turkey Day, May you spend it with your loved ones.

Ramekin, still singing: Oh Turkey Day, Oh Turkey Day, we hope you find chicken on your plate.


BooBaaa: Oooh. Nice touch, Ramekin.

Ramekin: I just came up with that last verse myself. Pretty cool, huh?

BooBaaa: Not bad, Ramekin, not bad.

Ramekin: I love making up songs, you know. I think my next song project will be for Christmas.

BooBaaa: I can't wait. But for now, can you come up with a better smile for Mommy so we can get out of here?


Ramekin: Of course I can. See?

BooBaaa: Fantastic. Happy Thanksgiving, Everybody.

Ramekin: Enjoy your chicken, people.

BooBaaa: Gobble Gobble.

Ramekin: Cluck cluck.