Two days before Thanksgiving Pa brought me home a sled.

It was red with a white deer painted on it and underneath the deer was the word 'Fleet,' printed in big white letters.
I knew that with such a name it could hardly help being the best sled in Fairview.

The night before Thanksgiving the rain came down in torrents and the next morning there wasn't a square inch of snow for miles around on which to try out my beloved sled.
"It was a bitter morning for me, and I proceeded to wreak my displeasure upon my family.

I behaved like a savage all day and ended by being locked in Ma's room with my Thanksgiving dinner on a tray, minus dessert.

I got even that night, though, for Ma had invited our minister and his wife to dinner.