The Meaning of Thanksgiving
“Spot,” said Fawn, tripping over his toys in the hallway. “Come on, I smell turkey.”
“Fawn,” said Spot. “It is only 2:00 pm. The turkey isn’t going to be ready for another couple of hours. Besides, you have to wait for Grampy to get here.”
“Oh,” said Fawn, with disappointment in his words. “I wanted to eat turkey.”
“Thanksgiving means a lot more than just turkey,” said Spot. “You are to be thankful for what we have.”
“I am thankful,” said Fawn. “I’m thankful that I will be able to eat turkey this afternoon.”
“Fawn!” exclaimed Spot.
Just then the doorbell rang.
“You are saved by the doorbell,” said Spot.
Fawn just smiled at Spot. He was grateful that the doorbell rang because he didn’t want to get a lecture and he knew Spot was going to lecture him.
“Hi Daisy,” said Fawn, when Spot brought their friend into the kitchen of the barn. “How are you?”
Daisy was Fawn and Spot’s best friend. She lived on the farm next door to them.
“Daisy is sad,” said Spot. “She doesn’t get to celebrate Thanksgiving this weekend.”
“Oh,” said Fawn. “How come?”
“Daisy’s owners do not treat Daisy and the other animals like the Hansen’s treat us,” said Spot.
“I forgot about that,” said Fawn. “We are very fortunate because the Hansen’s treat us just like we were one of their own children.”
“We are just animals to our owners,” said Daisy.
“Well, I have a solution,” said Fawn. “Why doesn’t Daisy come here for Thanksgiving?”
“Oh could I?” asked Daisy.
“Sure,” said Fawn. “Spot has a big turkey cooking.”
“Oh that would be wonderful,” said Daisy.
“Okay Spot,” said Fawn, after Daisy had left. “Where’s my lecture?”
“Lecture,” said Spot. “I’m not going to give you a lecture after what you just did to Daisy. That is what Thanksgiving is all about, sharing and caring for your fellow neighbours.”
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