by Rhodora Fitzgerald

Created on: April 23, 2008   Last Updated: June 11, 2008

The Thanksgiving Shipwreck

Suspects:

Lisa
Tyler
Timmy
Bobby
Jake, James and Sarah

According to family tradition, the Crampton's would all be gathering at Nanny's for Thanksgiving dinner again this year. It was a very festive time, and as they had done for the past ten years, everyone would come dressed either as a Pilgrim or an Indian to celebrate the occasion. The smallest children usually wanted to be Indians, and this year was no different. This year, Uncle Roy had baked a special cake in the shape of the Mayflower and everyone gathered around to take pictures of his masterpiece as he brought it in from the car. Uncle Roy was pretty proud of his creation and was happy to pose with it for pictures. "I wanna taste!" cried a small child wearing an Indians headdress. As the three year old grabbed for the cake, Uncle Roy raised it just in time to save it from little Timmy's reach. "Oh, here comes the parade!" announced Aunt Beth from the other room. Uncle Roy sat the cake down on the kitchen counter and scooped up little Timmy. "Come on little fellow. We'll eat the cake later. Let's go watch the parade!"

The family was all gathered around the big front window to watch the parade as it passed down their street. A few of the older kids had gone outside and taken a seat on the front lawn, in hopes of catching some of the candy that would be thrown from the floats. "Should we wake Tyler?" asked Nanny. The two-year old had fallen asleep on the couch. "No, he was pretty tired and he would be real cranky if we woke him now," said Aunt Beth, "besides, he has many years of parades to look forward to." "Your Granddad sure loved these parades," said Nanny. "And he loved having the family all here, especially the children," she said. "Yeah, it's hard to believe he's been gone almost a year," said Uncle Roy. "But he's still here in spirit," said Aunt Beth. Then, after several minutes had passed and many floats had gone by, Uncle Roy said, "Man, that turkey sure is smelling good!" "That reminds me," said Nanny, "I need to check on the potatoes, I'll be right back." "When will Santa come?" asked an impatient four-year old Bobby. He had planted himself in front of the window, long before the parade had started, and hadn't moved since. "Santa is always on the last float," Aunt Beth reminded the little pilgrim. "He should be on the first float!" Bobby declared. "Then you wouldn't have anything to look forward to," said Aunt Beth, as she straightened his little paper hat. That's when

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