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by Edward Abbey

Dead Turkeys

Well, another Turkey Day has come and gone. This one saw the McViking family on a disc golf outing to an otherwise deserted course, and then back to the ranch for whiskey and wiffleball. Once the ball became too difficult to see, a rousing game of wiffle-alien-head followed. Oddly, very few injuries were sustained by any of the participants. I attribute this mostly to the fact that one of the wifflers was not an immediate family member, and thus unfamiliar with the keep-playing-until-somebody-cries rule.

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