Beaker wanted to celebrate Thanksgving, but was very disappointed to see the turkey.
He really was disappointed that the turkey was "all eated up". Poor Beaker moped around for a little bit, then I could almost see the lightbulb go off over his head. As I watched quietly, he pulled the big pot out of the cabinet and dragged it close to the door. He then went outside.
" This will be perfect" , I heard him say.
He pushed it off the porch. I continued to watch quietly, peeking out the door so he wouldn't see me. He surrounded himself with watermelon pieces.
I couldn't even begin to imagine what he was up to now. Then he started grinning, and it was a mischevious grin.
He grinned even more, and I could tell he could hardly contain himself.
I was still wondering what he was up to. But then, as I watched him make a watermelon trail, I started to catch on.
"BEAKER!! You are NOT going to lead those girls into that pot."
Beaker mumbled and mumbled and grumbled and kicked dirt. Just as quickly, his eyes lit up again, and he ran into the house. His new idea was foiled, though. He had wanted to take the turkey wings,and glue feathers on them, and use them to fly. But Mr Bizzy had just put the wings into a pot to make turkey and dumplings.
I helped Beaker dress up.
We told stories of the first Thanksgiving, and started talking about what we were thankful for. Beaker said he'd be more thankful if he had a full turkey, or some wings.