Why we ate hamburgers

For my first Thanksgiving as host, I brought the biggest turkey in the store. Alot of people came to help m e cook it; my mom, my Aunt, even my Uncles had flown in from Tennessee  Point is, I am going to host the BEST Thanksgiving EVER. When people started to arrive I was getting worried. "What's wrong with the turkey?" I whispered hardly in an angry voice. "It doesn't seem to be cooking like a regular turkey. Are you sure this is it?"  Replied my uncle. "Of course it's it!" I shot back at him. All of the sudden, I heard it. The annoying song of my Uncle Jo's hamburger truck. He was the odd one in our family, but he was one of those rare, lovable weirdos. The turkey absolutely was not working and the song, for once, actually gave me an IDEA. "Hey Uncle Jo! What do you think about cookin' us up some hamburgers?" He looked happy and eager. "No problem Haylee! I'll go start up the fryer!"

                    And that's why we all ate hamburgers.
-Hala<3

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