Subject: Thanksgiving Quickie: People Crackers Date: Thu, 28 Nov 96 12:02:27 -0000 From: radiox Thanksgiving Quickie: People Crackers Ryan was looking forward to Thanksgiving dinner this year. Now a senior in High School, he wouldn't have to sit at the kids table for the first time. He hated it at the kid's table, all the noise and the messy eating. He was ready for a more mature experience. "Ryan, Ryan, come with us!" said Bobby,"We have a secret!" Ryan waved him off, he had no time for this childishness. He settled in to watch football with the men. All of the kids disappeared for about ten minutes. They had some kind of box with them. "OK, everyone - snack time," said Lisa, leading the other kids out with plates of cookies, "just one before dinner." No one wanted the cookies, but the kids were insistent and after about five minutes of nagging everyone took one to shut them up. When one of his cousins came up with a plate to Ryan, he looked at the cookies. "The kids must have bought these somewhere," he thought, "they're all shaped like people - look at the detail." "Here, take this one," said his cousin, impatiently as he looked them over. Ryan took the small cookie. "OK, everyone eat," said Lisa. Everyone dutifully ate their cookies. Ryan looked over at his Uncle Bob. Bob was a big guy, but now he was quickly shrinking into youth, his clothes bagging and falling around him. Soon a small boy struggled in the tent-like suit. Aunt Sally firmed up, her body getting curvier again as she changed to a cute girl of about 14. Lisa, who had a crush on Ryan was standing near him, but she was rapidly maturing into a beatiful woman. She got tall, from Ryan's point of view, very tall. She was towering over him, he barely came up to her rapidly maturing chest. Then he was waist high to her and had to look way up to see her face! What was happening to him? He fell on his rear with a thump. Looking around the giant room he saw children of various ages struggling with oversized clothing while adults covered themselves with the tatters of their small clothes. "Why look at you!" said the grown-up Lisa,"You're so cute!" She leaned over and picked him up. Then suddenly everyone's clothing adjusted to fit their changed circumstances. "Dinner's ready," said formerly six year old Christy, now a forty-five year old woman,"everyone sit down. You, at the kid's table" She directed one of the young uncles toward the kitchen. "At least I still get to sit at the grown-ups table," thought Ryan, as he grabbed a handful of mashed potatoes and stuffed them into his mouth. He drummed his heels against the footrest of his highchair while his Aunt Lisa looked on amused. The End