We grabbed hands and jumped

We grabbed hands and jumped
off of the kitchen chair and onto the table. My sister nearly fell off and I pulled her up. If we could just make it to the counter, we would avoid the lava floor completely.
"On the count of three," I shouted over another volcanic explosion &the ding of the microwave. "NO!! I can't jump! I'll fall!" Sissy whined. Of course, this was the plan all along.
I knew that my microwave mac and cheese needed to sit for two minutes after zapping, and it would take only 1:41 to convince Sissy to jump over the crevasse before the volcanos
overflowed like lava cakes. After two minutes, I hungrily pushed back the plastic and dug into the velvety cheese-laden pasta. Sissy dove face-first into a vat of molten chocolate.
We were both wallowing in our food orgy when there was a peck-pecking at the door and in waddled the headless ghost of Thanksgiving past. It gurggled at Sis and I "
pardon my poor articulation. I've no mouth or tongue with which to speak. I'm the ghosd of Thangsgiging Pasd." It blew a spray of blood & mucus from its trachea, startling Sis & I.
Tom Turkey was sitting there, watching us. "Hi Tom!", I said. Tom proceeded to tell of his being our pet now instead of our meal. He had his duties, which included hunting rats and
lying down on a platter with a plum in his mouth while we shoved him into the oven. Who's a goo' boy, Tom? Who's a goo' boy? You are! With mashed potatoes.
Tom felt delicious. He was done for in 30 to 40 minutes he'd golden brown. He dreamed of the beach. No it was the oven that was the dream and the waves splashed over him.

Started: 2015-12-10 00:10:15
Finished: 2016-09-09 18:20:06

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