Did you hear about silly old Guffry?
Why's he hiding?
Thanksgiving's next week. You know what that means.
Oh yes, it'll be time for old Guffry to become dinner, poor man.
Not like I have much sympathy. By the time Easter rolls around I'll be making eggs for boiling and dying. It'll be ghastly to see how my beautiful eggs get all painted up.
Don't forget the Deviled Eggs dear.
Gosh, I'd forgotten. Well, now I have no sympathy for Guffry. At least he's been around a bit and had time to have some fun first.
I have to admit though, those Deviled Eggs are good.