Thanksgiving Day

In today's meeting, the President of the United States of America, George W. Bush, officially announced he is having a Thanksgiving party at his ranch in Crawford, Texas this weekend. Throughout the day, invitations were sent out all over the White House. My body grew tremendously excited at the possibility that maybe this year I would be invited. My partner Bill walked in with his invitation in his hand, wagged it around as though it were merely nothing to him and then threw it aimlessly towards the trash can but missed. My eyes grew large as I was extremely angered by the offense he had just committed in front of me. To my surprise, he caught my severe look and politely asked, "Would you rather go instead of me? I could simply change the name without anyone knowing." The tension on my face began to ease as I looked up at him from my seat and to my amusement my lips formed a strong smile in answer to his question. The process took only a short moment but in that time I carefully observed the paper in Bill's hand and couldn't help but notice its beauty. The thickness of the card clearly showed its expense and the soft colors of the shade blue played along the edges of the card, showing its artistic side for the affair. And now I was a member.
Once I got to my apartment I called my family back home to tell them about the exciting news. Father wasn't home but the message was reassured to get through to him, making sure plans were still set. I packed everything I thought I would need and headed off to sleep. My legs trembled as they always did at times like these and before I knew it the sunlight crept into my bedroom, slowly covering it completely. Now, it was time to go.
I arrived at the ranch on time with everybody else so that I would blend in. There stood President Bush, his lovely wife Laura and the adorable twins Barbara and Jenna. It was the twin's 23rd birthday as well, so the celebration was going to be a big hit. On the left side of the President stood everybody else from his team like Vice President Richard B.Cheney, Defense Secretary Rumsfeld, Secretary of State Powell, and National Security Advisor Rice. The Vice President seemed happy and eager to eat as he kept rubbing his pot belly. Rice continued throughout the time keeping her firm, strict face as though she didn't quite understand the concept of what a vacation meant which was to relax. And finally the President's speech about the meaning and importance of Thanksgiving came along. This included special guests the King and Queen of Spain who would be attending the ball. Extra people I didn't know about but thrilled to know I would be in the presence of such royalty.
Afternoon activities included horse back riding, swimming and other outdoor sports. The lunch was amazing. The menu consisted of free-range fresh turkey with giblet gravy, prairie chapel bass, mashed sweet potatoes with maple syrup and chipotle peppers, pan-roasted root vegetables, walnuts and apples, cornbread stuffing, pecan pie, pumpkin pie, and ice cream of all favors for desert. The President, his family and guests all ate inside for security reasons, so I was stuck sitting at the table with people from work. At the end after the food I knew what I needed, a nice cigarette so I went in search for a spot in which I would smoke. But before lighting up I realized I was at the far end of the villa in which I could clearly see into the President's office. There he was having a discussion with his advisor about some issue concerning the lack of security. He seemed very worried; by the way he was pacing rapidly back and forth with his hands folded. Before I could get caught I got myself out of there. Time flew until it was time for the ballroom party.
I wore my violet, long, stain dress and left my hair down. Simple, but I knew I looked good. Confident I walked in with my head held up high. I knew the party would be everything I imagined it to be. I was right; the ceiling was filled with the most beautiful crystal chandlers that sparkled all over. The ballroom had the most beautiful red roses which filled the scent of the air giving it a romantic atmosphere. I walked over to the bar and took a glass of brandy and smelled it soothingly making my mouth water and drank it in one hit while the bartender watched. I placed the glass next to him at the bar, looked him in the eye and said, "Thank you." I knew he was attracted to me as I was to him but there was no time for that right now. So, I turned around and walked away, knowing he was admiring my body moving from side to side as I made my way back into the crowd. I'll come back for him later I thought.
It was 9 o'clock and at this point I noticed the President mingling with the Spaniards. The sounds of laugher echoed throughout the room and in that moment all hell broke lose. The door burst open and a whole army came through. I then shouted in my native tongue, "Father, it's about time u came!" The sound of screams covered our ears. Guns shots began firing towards the ceiling in order to gain silence but it caused the opposite. Panic took over the guests as I ran quickly towards my father. There in the doorway stood Saddam Hussein and Bin Laden, each covered in heavy armor from top to bottom. At this point Bush is making his way towards the men and waves for some back up. I yell to my father to watch out his coming as he shouts, "It's too late. Your men are all dead". And Bush tumbles down onto the ground unable to speak. The people were scattering around in search of safety. My father then looks at me and cried, "Its time baby, before the rest come to rescue him." The bombs were all strapped tightly around our bodies. I hid mine around my leg which was covered by my long dress. I held my father's hand as he did Bin Laden's. I thought to myself, this time they'll remember our message to leave us alone. "Three, two, one", he whispered looking into my eyes. I smiled and cried, "I'll see you in heaven, Daddy."

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