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And May All Your Turkeys Be Bright
It is 197-something and there are cats on the kitchen counter pulling apart the cooked bird with their claws and fangs. It is 199-something and a slobbery Rottweiler mix has hold of a turkey leg and the entire baking pan with turkey … Continue reading →
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Tagged 2012, cats, chaos, children's literature, giblets, Last of the Mohicans, preschoolers, Rottweiler, Thanksgiving, turkeys, writer, writing
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