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"I'll say," said Doc. "You know, with Thanksgiving almost on us,
I have to tell you I'm very thankful for sunsets like that one."
Those of us who don't live in the big cities tend to be thankful
for different things than those who may live in stucco cliff
dwellings. We tend to look at the natural blessings more than the
man-made ones. Our gratitude extends past not having our teenager go
to jail, or for the raise we just got at the factory. Our favorite
ball team can win or lose on its own without our having to look for
Divine Intervention, usually. We tend to be grateful for other
things, like calves in the spring and how clean they look before
they discover mud.
We are deeply grateful that tasty rabbits arrive in large
litters, and bears don't. When we think about it, we are thankful
that we get eggs from hens and not from rattlesnakes, as checking
the rattler house each morning could get 'way too exciting.
When you consider that porcupines have quills, and not deer, it
gives us pause for praise, and we're happy that it's skunks who
carry scent glands and not squirrels.
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We are thankful, too, that hurricanes and tornadoes happen only
in warm weather. It's bad enough to lose the barn without being
chill-factored to death while it's happening.
"Turkeys," Dud said, sipping his coffee.
"What?"
"I'm thankful turkeys are stupid. Ever looked in a turkey's eyes?
Not only is no one home, but there was a mass evacuation sometime
during the Eisenhower administration. A turkey has just enough
brains to operate his heart and lungs."
"You're thankful for that?" Doc said.
"Sure," said Dud. "If turkeys had been given the rudimentary
intelligence of a garden snail, we might be forced to eat sheep on
Thanksgiving."
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