Cynthia crazily bounds into the kitchen where Marcy is taking a nap on top of the refrigerator. Cynthia has an air of desperation surrounding her.
Cynthia (brightly): Marcy, I have a fantastic idea!
Marcy: Uh oh.
Marcy is ready to bolt for safety under the couch if need be.
Cynthia: I figured out a way you could join us for Thanksgiving Dinner!
Marcy (cautiously): Uh hunh…
Cynthia: Since I don’t eat turkey I thought I would dress you up like this and set you in the middle of the table so I can look at you instead of the dead bird.
Marcy screams in horror.
Marcy (glowering): No. Way. Cindy. No F-ing. Way. Obviously your vegetarianism has left you with very little brain cells if you think I would sit all trussed up like a turkey for your distraction.
Cynthia (dejectedly): Oh.
Marcy: And anyway, what’s wrong with a dead bird? They are so very scrumptious!
Marcy starts licking her chops.
Cynthia starts to panic.
Cynthia: C’mon, Marcy. It would save me from looking like this at mealtime.
|Illustration by Penelope Dullaghan|
Marcy: That’s your own problem, Cindy. Get a grip. You live in this world – deal with it. People and animals eat meat. And it is delicious. Mmmmm….
Cynthia starts whining and stamping her feet a little bit.
Cynthia: Awwww…. C’mon, Marcy! What about this one? You would look so cute!
Marcy: I have a better idea. Why don’t I take your place at the grown up table and you can sit at the kids table. I hear they are having spaghetti.
*Penelope Dullaghan is a freelance illustrator. You can check out more of her beautiful illustrations at penelopeillustration.com.