It was the day before Thanksgiving. I had to beg and beg for my Dad to make his special Cool-whi & Pound-cake desert. He told me he would think about it. I asked him an hour later if he had thought about it. He said he did and he would make it. I thanked him and asked him to make sure there would be enough for everyone.

I then went and helped Mom set up the table. I told her I wanted to help with Thanksgiving table. She agreed and we soon finished.

Then I went over Dad to help with the desert. I helped mix the cool-whip. He warned me not to dip my finger and taste the desert. It did taste very good though when I tried anyhow. My dad then put the desert in a bowl and put the bowl in the fridge. We promised Dad, me and my little bother of a brother, wouldn't eat it before morning.

It wast late in the night by then. Dad wanted to go to sleep. I wondered if my school would like the desert. I couldn't stop thinking about it. I would wait until the next morning. Dad woke up. It was time to have a feast. It was soon the hour of the desert. All the desert was gone in 10 minutes.

I told my Dad he would have to make another one for School.


And thats, folks, is the end.

An exercise in writing by Kavitha Komatineni, 4th Grade

Susie Tolbert Elementary, Jacksonville