Da kitshun ish a bustling pwace. Da counter ish lined wit pie cwusts. At da tabul Franci, Oreo an Willow awr pweeling appuls wile Caleb an Vestur shell nuts. A big kettul uf fwesh punkin ish cookin on da stofe. Da aroma uf ginger an nutmeg an cloves fwills da room. Oreo looks offur at Caleb an Vester. "Hey, yu two, iffun yu eat awl da nuts der not gonna be any fur da baking," she laffs. "But dey are shoooooooo dood, Aunty Oreo, " Caleb meows. "Meeheehee," she weplies, "but sho awr walnut fudge an pecan pie."
Franci gets up an goes to da stofe. She picks up a big wooden sphoon an giffs da gentwy simmering punkin a stir. "I fink dis ish done, Oreo," she meows. She twurns off da stofe an begins to mash da punkin into a smoofe puree.
Willow puts down hur parer an stwetches. "Dis shure ish a wot uf work," she meows. "Oh but it's shooo worf da effort," Oreo weplies. "We gonna haff a wunnerful feast on Fanksgiffing Day."
"An da camp aweady wooks wike an owld village," Vester meows. "Who ish doin da decoratin in da dining hawll?" "I dont nose, deer,"Oreo meows. "An sumkit should meow da stowy uf da fursht fanksgiffing, too. Well, I shure sumkit will bolunteer." She gets up an walks offur to ware Franci ish measuring owt da punkin, sum fur pies an sum fur punkin spice cakes. "Otay ,Willow, yu can stwart tossin dose appul slices wit da spices sho we can fwill da pies. Im gonna make us awl a pot uf hot chocorate."
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