A turkey sits on a platter at the dining room table, surrounded by yummy side dishes.
“I just love being the center of attention,” says turkey. “You side dishes would be nothing without me.”
“You look marvelous,” mashed potatoes whispers softly to sweet potatoes.
“Why, thank you. The marshmallows really bring out my sweetness.”
“Really?” gobbles turkey. “You know that you are competing against each other, being that you are both potatoes?”
“I hope I get to sit next to stuffing today,” green beans crunches excitedly.
“That’s nice of you to say string beans,”stuffing humbly replies. “I’m a little crispy this time around, so that fluffed me up a bit.”
“She’s coming!” jiggles the cranberry sauce.
The host picks up the platter of turkey and disappears into another room. “So long suckers,” says turkey on it’s way out.
“Why is the turkey so mean?” gurgles the gravy. “He never acknowledges me.”
The family starts to gather around the table when a loud crash from the kitchen distracts them. “Everything okay in there?” someone asks.
The host reappears empty-handed, wearing a long face. “I dropped the turkey.”
“Lucky for us, we have ham.” One of the guests comes alongside the host with a beautifully cooked ham.
“Yay!” the side dishes cheer. “We love ham!”
Don’t be a turkey.