GranMa got right to work. Signaling her youngest to help her, the two of them lifted the bundle and placed it on the picnic table that now served this clan as their table for every purpose.
“Well Jeb, wouldn’t take much to do better ‘n last year. That pitiful kill didn’t amount to shit once the bones had been picked out. …. Barely a decent bite for each of us.
She pulled a huge knife from the space between table planks and began cutting away the plastic.
Gramps scowled at GranMa and stumbled towards his chair. Settling in with a series of grunts and groans, he reached for his pipe.
“Woman, you know last year weren’t my fault, I was laid up. You sent little Jackie out. He did fine considerin you wouldn’t even give him a knife.”
“Fool kid woulda lost it and we only have three left. He did alright I guess. But that squirrel was kinda scrawny.”
Jackie looked up at Grandma with vacant eyes.
“Yeah Grandma, I kilt that squirrel with a rock…knocked him right out of that tree.”
GranMa did not hear Jackie. She was intent on unwrapping the fat kill Gramps was bragging about. She had cut through the line and wrap. She gasped as she peeled back the plastic. Stepping back quickly she brought her hand to her mouth.
“What’s the matter GranMa? What did Gramps bring us for Thanksgiving?”
GranMa shifted her eyes toward Gramps.
“You say you got through the fence? What fence? Not the one around the Big House?”
Gramps had by this time found his tobacco, stuffed it in his pipe and was creating quite a cloud around himself.
Yep. That would be the fence I got through alright. He pointed his pipe at the creature spread out on the picnic table.
He walked into me. How could I resist? Look at him with those fat legs. You cook him up right and we eat fine for the next coupla weeks, okay?
GranMa looked back at the critter she was supposed to cook and then back at Gramps.
“You know we could be in for it if they come lookin.”
“They won’t. You know that.”