Eddie and George have been hiding out in the bedroom, snuffling from colds and not the least interested in sticking their noses out into the damp cold of the Western Eastern Shore. Finally, we got them up with the smell of turkey sausage cooking. They came shuffling down the stairs and, Lo! what a turkey they found. Here they are with the gobbler. It's going to be dinner tonight, and they can't wait. George is restraining himself, but little Eddie is climbing all over the bird. Eddie must be related to Baxter.
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