Flying Turkeys- Max Kaufman

I have always wholeheartedly embraced thanksgiving. My most impressive dedication to this wonderful holiday was sucumming to a "turkey coma" mid meal at age 5 in pseudo authentic native american garb. My thanksgivings are all relatively normal. However one stark difference is that the holiday for my family has migrated away from what we are thankful for but rather just gives us a good excuse to nap excessively, watch football, and eat the same food for two days, in eachothers company. sweatpants are worn exclusively, and it seems that there is never a time when someone is not heating up leftovers. One other thing is that for my family thanksgiving is essentially casserole-fest. I'm actually surprised that the turkey has not yet manifested itself in casserole form. I would have to say the strangest thing to happen on thanksgiving in my house would have to be the time that two stray great pyrenees dogs wandered onto our property, each one weighed around 100 pounds needless to say we ran out of leftovers much faster than we normally used to.