Thanksgiving Story
(from the Canadian
Guider, September/October, 1990)
Settler:
chop, chop (wood cutting actions)
Gun: bang, bang (shooting actions)
dog: bow, wow (wag tail)
turkey: gobble, gobble
cabin: shut the door (pushing on door)
frontier: way out west (shade eyes)
Indian: good hunter (pull bow)
Thanksgiving: thank you for this food (praying with hands)
Early on
THANKSGIVING morning, many years ago on the old FRONTIER,
a SETTLER stood before his lonely CABIN with his
trusty GUN and his faithful DOG, ready to hunt
the TURKEY he needed for dinner.
Whistling
to his DOG, the SETTLER shouldered his GUN
and started down the forest trail. Meanwhile, an INDIAN,
also with a DOG, came down the forest trail from the
other direction. Just at that moment, a fat TURKEY flew
between them. Out flew an arrow, off went the GUN, down
fell the TURKEY, in bounded the DOGS, up rushed
the INDIAN and the SETTLER.
"It is mine,"
said the SETTLER;
"It is mine,"
said the INDIAN; "G r-r-r," snarled the DOGS.
The noise
of the argument shook the CABIN on the FRONTIER.
But the TURKEY, which was only stunned, took off unsteadily
and flew in the open door of the CABIN, where it was
promptly captured by the INDIAN and the SETTLER
and the DOGS. And so, in a lonely CABIN on the
old FRONTIER, an INDIAN, a SETTLER, and
their DOGS enjoyed a TURKEY feast for THANKSGIVING.
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