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.