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Once upon a time there lived a boy named, Robert Duran
(no he was not affiliated with the popular 80's band Duran Duran). Rob was interested in many things, but what
interested him the most was…Thanksgiving. All the food, happy times and relatives, what can go wrong with that?
Well…things can and things did.
Oh, they did.
Robert had met Ralph on a beautiful thanksgiving day ten years ago. He was seven. His parents had gone out, realizing
that they had forgotten the cranberry sauce and had left Robert in charge of watching the turkey. Not long after
they had gone, a knock came at the door.
Robert got up quick and stood there for a minute… who was knocking? It was only ten o clock. No one was supposed
to be here until one. He walked cautiously to the door and glanced out the side window. He couldn't believe his
eyes! He opened the door and Ralph (as he found out later) came running in.
"I'm sorry I'm late!" Ralph said.
"Late? I'm not even sure you're supposed to be here!" Robert replied.
"Well isn't it obvious? The name's Ralph, and I assure you, I'm supposed to be here."
Ralph hopped in the kitchen and glared in disbelief. "Who….IS THAT?! How DARE you?! That was supposed to be
ME!" He sneered at the oven while glancing back to Robert every few words.
"Ummm….Well that's our turkey, my parents bought it and you're definitely not supposed to be in there. I mean,
c'mon, you're a rabbit!"
"A rabbit!!! A RABBIT? Then what do you call THESE?!"
"Well those are just feathers taped to your fur…"
"And THIS?"
"Well I'm not really sure what that is…Is it a tumor? But just because you have some abnormality hanging from
your face does not justify that you are a turkey…. You have fluffy white ears for gosh sakes!"
"Hey, that's just a fashionable hat. And that is my turkey gobbler thing!"
"You don't even know what it's called!"
"Oh, shush! I'm a turkey. You can say what you will, but I am a turkey!"
"Whatever…. So why are you here again?"
"The turkey farm sent me….I'm supposed to be in the oven….Your dinner?"
"Well we already have a turkey, so I guess you'll have to leave. Thanks anyways!"
Robert started walking towards the door to let him out when…
"Oh no! You can't get me away that easily!" Ralph whipped open the oven door and kicked out the turkey.
Turkey pieces flew everywhere! It was utter mayhem!
Suddenly, the front door opened and Robert's parents walked in holding grocery bags.
His mother dropped her bags and said, "Oh my! Robert, how could you? Our guests will be here in a few hours!
Do you realize how long it takes for a turkey to cook?"
"But…but, it wasn't me! Ralph did it!" Robert stammered.
"There's no one else here, Robert Samuel Duran! Now get to your room!" His father yelled.
Robert climbed the stairs, entered his room and closed his door. And to his surprise, out came Ralph.
"You know, got me in so much trouble, rabbit!"
"Sorry there buddy, the name's, Ralph. But I'm supposed to be in the oven! Not that shriveled up, no good,
dry, bad name for all birds! Your parents were cooking the wrong bird!"
"You jerky rabbit!"
And that's where it all began. Ralph the rabbit has since disrupted, disturbed, ruined and ended all things good
in Rob Duran's life.
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