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.