' Bop beep I love you dear but we ran out of food so I have to cook you now .' His mother sang as her own father was laying now out on the table . ' Mother that's murder ,' yelled her daughter .' He is my father you see .' She continued chopping his leg and placing it in the pot .
' You still want thanksgiving ? '
She nodded and smiled . ' Yes of course sorry father but you told us we have to keep tradition alive .' Her father only grimaced at her .He looked sad and depressed anyways all the time .All the time it seemed .
' Go ahead mother but what will you tell grandma and grandpa ? ' she told her mother and her mother continued to do so .And she chop and chop slicing up his leg .He suddenly screamed .
' I'll say it's leftover turkey they can't tell the difference they have no teeth .' Her daughter laughed and helped her mother anyways .They both laugh and started to sing together as they finish chopping his leg .
' Gobble Gobble .'