I patrol our habitat at least once a day—it’s one of my many duties. It’s important to keep the Bad Guys (and they are legion) guessing.
Usually, patrolling is one of those tasks that have become so routine that one day is much like another. But last Thursday stands out.
It was a weird day anyway, with folks dressed in autumn colors wandering around saying things like, “How about those balloons?” and “Please pass the butler” and “Happy thanks licking!” And the whole neighborhood smelled so amazing that I was worried my nose would have a heart attack.
And then I ran into this guy:
You Can’t See Me, Right?
This is how our conversation went:
Stop! Who Goes There?
JAX: Who are you?
GOBBLER: My name’s Gobbler. I can’t believe you can see me in this disguise.
JAX: I have superpowers.
GOBBLER: Yeah, but I’m in the TPP.
JAX: The what?
GOBBLER: The Turkey Protection Program.
JAX: What’s that mean?
GOBBLER: I’m being hidden from people who want to eat me.
JAX: I don’t think you need to worry about that. I live here with Ugly Dog, My Little Pony, AGM, and Cage, and Legs1 and Legs2 haven’t eaten any of us yet.
GOBBLER: Yeah, but today is Turkey Day.
JAX: In what sense?
GOBBLER: In the sense that everyone around here is cooking my brothers and sisters and feasting on them.
JAX: Oh! Is that what the amazing smell is?
GOBBLER: Why yes—
In The Spirit Of The Season: KILL KILL KILL!
Sorry everyone, but Gobbler had to leave suddenly. But he was an interesting guest, wasn’t he? And so, as you can see, that particular patrol will remain in my memory for a long time.
Happy Thanks Licking!