The inspiration:
A story:
No one knew where they went.
They weren’t at the local mall, nor in the massive crowds who thronged the discount chain promising flat-screens to the first fifty customers for 10% of retail – a stunt that featured local reporters doing on-the-spot coverage of people camped out for a week or more.
Lights blazed in the house, music blared into the street, and neighbors called authorities when none came to answer the increasingly frantic knocks on the front door.
Breaking in, cops found coats, purses, fresh coffee and a table strewn with the remains of a meal.
But never the family.
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Now, your turn.
{{Belllllch}}
“Really shouldn’ta done it, ya know.”
“Whatsat?”
“Eaten so much. Most unseemly. Granny would never have approved.”
“Wellll, the ol’ bird wouldn’ta kept forever, ya know. Her time done come. It bein’ Thanksgivin’ and all.”
“‘Spose so. Do must admit, though, that TWAS likely the best white meat I’ve had, likely ever.”
“And them sweet potaters and them collard greens were most excellent accouterments.”
“Almost wish ol’ Granny could have been her to enjoy it with us. Well, I mean other than…”
“Yep. She surely made this one of the best thanksgivings ever. {{belllch}} Thanks again, Granny!”
“They won’t leave.”
“Yes, they will.”
“Honey, these are my relatives. I know them.”
“And so do I. Watch and learn.” {ahem} “Okay, who wants to help clear the table and start rinsing off the dishes?”
A moment later, as they recovered from the sonic boom, he had to admit it had worked. “I almost fled with them.”
His uncle gave him an odd look. “Who are you talking to?”
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