A funny thing happened on Thanksgiving... it snowed!
There I was, in the middle of my French lesson (with my lovely, patient tutor Sophie), when I looked out the window and saw snow.
Holy Thanksgiving miracle!
And I felt happy. It was like the Thanksgiving Gods, Chief Massasoit and Pilgrim Winslow, perched at their big Thanksgiving table in the sky, looked down upon me and were sad that I was missing out on all the holiday fun. And since they weren't going to rain down turkeys and sweet potatoes (but how cool and yummy would that have been?), they blessed me with snow.
It was really nice of them wasn't it?
But then I felt bad. My friend Donkey has been minding the sheep and he probably wouldn't like the snow very much...
And of course the sheep might not like it either...
but at least they're wearing wool sweaters.