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…
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.
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.
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: 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.
27 November 2008
Posted by ewe are here at 23:43