The Old Water Well

Chapter 3

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I know the chapters are like 1 page! I'm sorry the chapters are just short they begin to get longer.

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Chapter 3

My wife stood there smiling and humming and singing something,

" the birds are singing and gleaming. There pride comes once a year, the leaves have fallen the turkeys calling on thanksgiving day"

she finished her song, a grin spread on her face. And said "my mother sang that every thanksgivin' morn' and she said the turkey monster would come and get me if I didn't eat my turkey on thanksgiving, but to come to realize that the turkey would actuality love for me not to eat him."

The sun beamed at her as she put the pan in the oven.

" I miss my mother, it's not till there gone till you realize how important they were. Right?"

I shook my head.

" I don't know" she put the beans in the pan " these holidays remind me of family and the ones I've lost, I know it's sounds ridiculous-"

" no no! It doesn't I feel the same about my dad."

I looked out the window that the sun beam had come from.

" he used to take me hunting every Monday before thanksgiving. We'd kill the turkeys. Then, we'd bring our prominent meat to momma' to cook it up for Thursday."

"You used the right day!" She mentioned.

" isn't funny how-" I paused," how, you can remember the oldest and most distant memories. But can't remember how or what I did 5 minutes Ago?"

"Yes" she aggreed. " yes, mr. Roberts should be over with mrs. Roberts and there son with the turkey soon."

" did they already cook it?"

" of course they did!" She paused- "oh dear lord I don't know! I can't cook it! It wouldn't be ready for lunch...." She looked worried. Oh my if the turkey isn't cook mrs. Jane is going to say,- a knock on the door. This is almost life or death situation- oh n- maybe I can't see- I open the screen door- I can't look- I cover my eyes- peek and- oh no!- wait! Yes! It's cook!!! Yes!

" it's cooked right?" I asked.

"Why mr. Jim do you think I'd let this turkey not get cooked? After all your momma' taught me best. Where's jane" Mrs. Roberts was a dumpy woman, I don't know how. She had cubby cheeks, and was wearing something she sewed herself. She put the turkey in my arms it was warm.

" Jim help me with this pan it's burning!" My wife called!

" hey Jim help me with these corn shucked peels." Mr.Roberts yelled I swerved to him.

" how's my hair Jim?" I swerved to mrs. Roberts again.

In all the commotion I turned around to my wife but I did something that will ruin the whole day- I dropped the turkey!