For my first Thanksgiving as a host, I bought the biggest turkey they had in store. I had it sitting in the Crock pot all day. Every one was on their way here. I pulled the rolls out of the oven and they smelled delicious. My mom helped cook too. When everyone arrived it was time to get the turkey out. My mom cut it into slices and then I took it to the table. When we were all seated we began to pray. Then, all of a sudden, the cat when running under the table followed by the dog. Our dishes raddled and drinks sloshed everywhere. Then the dog jumped on the table and took a big mouth full of turkey. Then he continued to chase the cat and knocked everything else off the table. The dinner was ruined, but my grandpa said we could just go to dinner. And that's why we all ate hamburgers.
