The Perfect Thanksgiving, By Eileen Spinelli

Hello, it's mister catcher. I'm here to redo a Thanksgiving book. It's called the perfect Thanksgiving by Eileen Spinelli. New book tennis. Sticking together here. Abigail archer's family is perfect in every way. Never is this more obvious than on Thanksgiving Day. Their turkey is plump and golden, their napkins are made of lace. They're table is with candles. They all hold hands for grace. I smoke alarms wailing. Our turkeys burnt as toast. That spells the gravy down his shirt less than perfect host. Abigail works his father, serves white meat all around, every one takes dainty bites and no one makes a sound. My grandpa choose the gizzards. My brother chops the wings. My sister slurps. My uncle burps. And ankar is a thing. Abigail archer's mother wears organ D in pearls. She decorates their homemade pies with fancy whipped cream swirls. My mother's dressed in blue jeans, her pies are from the store or Jell-O mold a quivering quivers to form. After dinner and Abigail's after the dishes are done, some of the grown-ups take a walk, others. After dinner at our House, the dogs sneak off a scraps. Some of the grown-ups watch TV, others take long naps. Abigail's older cousins read books and velvet chairs. The younger one spring favorite toys and everybody shares. My cousins chase around the house. They grab each other's collars. They hop atop the furniture and everybody. The overnight guest to Abigail's have rooms all to themselves with chocolates on the pillows and shampoo on the shelves. Our guests bring their own sleeping bags and canvas camping cops. Some guests sleep in the kitchen. Besides the cooking pot. Abigail archer's family will sleep straight through the night. They'll have the pleasantest dreams by story window line. My family fumbles in the dark, eats leftovers galore thanks bubble baths at 2 a.m. in many of them snore. My family and the archers are different this I know. We can't tell peas from green legumes or snails from Esper goon. But we're alike in one way, the nicest way by far, oh, I can just tell loving argument from families are. Everybody hope you have a really good week. Remember your masks? Happy Thanksgiving.