A Real Turkey

David and Susan had been dating for six weeks when she invited him over to meet her family and have thanksgiving dinner with them. After everyone sat down at the table,Susan』s father said, 「 We all have good reason to be thankful. I』d like each of you to please take a moment and silently to count you blessings.」

When the food was served David was so hungry he ate four helpings of turkey with dressing, cranberry sauce and mashed potatoes within five minutes. Susan』s family stared in amazement. Susan kicked David under the table but he didn』t understand. Finally she whispered, 「 Stop gobbling your food.」

After David finished his second piece of pumpkin pie, he let out a loud burp and exclaimed, 「 That was delicious. I』ve eaten too much. Now I』m stuffed.」

Just as Susan』s father was telling a favorite family Thanksgiving story, David left the table and turned on the TV. After the rest of the family had finished dinner, everyone sat around the piano while Susan played and sang. The music was so beautiful that Susan』s mother commented, 「 Dear, your music is wonderful. It』s so emotional. Why it gives me goose bumps all over?」

David thought he』d impress Susan』s mother. He walked back to the table, picked up two spoons and began to bang them against the wine glasses. The noise was terrible. To make things worse, David hit one so hard that it cracked and red wine dripped on the carpet. The family gasped. David said, 「 don』t worry, I』ll buy you some more at the dollar store!」

Susan moaned, 「 My great grandmother brought those glasses over from the old country.」

David mumbled to himself, 「 Oh, oh. I』m in big trouble now. My goose is cooked.」

Susan』s sister was not impressed with David』s behaviors. She whispered to her husband, 「 This guy is a real Turkey.」

Susan agreed. She felt so angry with David that she told him to stuff it.

Susan』s father consoled her, 「 Don』t worry, honey. If you could quit smoking you will go cold turkey, you』ll have no trouble forgetting this guy. Hey , count your blessings, at least you』re not married to him.」

As David walked home alone he thought about his grandmother used to say, 「 you reap what you sow.」 He should have listened to her.

Oh, poor David!

I think this essay, A Real Turkey, and another one, Thanksgiving Day, are well written. I would take them as "role models" for writing. I just love this s.tyle.

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Actually nobody is perfet, if we can take lessons from what we experienced, We can't say that is a bad experience, can we?