Christopher Corn was sitting at the side of the barn in Loud Garden. It was a cool, brisk autumn day. He was cold but he didn’t care. He was reflecting on the life he had left behind on Earth. He knew it was Thanksgiving weekend.
“I miss my family,” said Christopher, with tears in his eyes.
“Farmer Fred,” said Christopher, when he noticed Farmer Fred sitting down beside him.
“I can see you are troubled,” said Farmer Fred. “Is it because it is Thanksgiving?”
“Yes,” said Christopher. “Thanksgiving on Earth was always a big deal. We would gather around a table full of good food and we would tell each other what we were thankful for.”
“That sounds very intense,” said Farmer Fred.
“Oh it was,” said Christopher. “It was always a special time.”
“I can imagine,” said Farmer Fred.. “You know, there is no reason why we can’t celebrate Thanksgiving here at Loud Garden.”
“That sounds wonderful,” said Christopher Corn.
“We can have a big turkey dinner, complete with …” said Farmer Fred stopping in mid-sentence.
“You were going to say mashed potatoes and vegetables laughed Christopher. “Weren’t you?”
“I was,” said Farmer Fred. “However, I know you and the others here are all vegetables so, we won’t be having any vegetables.”
“Good choice,” said Christopher, laughing. “Let’s go tell the others.”
Everyone in Loud Garden joined Farmer Fred for a Thanksgiving feast. They all enjoyed each other’s company. Each one got up and said what they were thankful for.
“I am thankful for Farmer Fred and Loud Garden,” said Christopher Corn. “Farmer Fred has generously given all of us deceased musicians on Earth, the chance to continue playing our music.”
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