The storm sent heavy rain yet it’s the wind that made the creek rise too fast. Overthrown, water rushed ever faster cutting through the levee as easily as a knife through butter, carrying mud and debris, making the house quiver. He didn’t break in panic but proved true and brave, undeterred by the danger he helped all of the animals climb up the stairs. Scrambling to the second floor, they made it to the top just before the house was inundated. After the flood, stumbling through tears of grief and fright, he gratefully accepted from the woman a pair of slippers and a warm robe.

Thanksgiving has wings and goes where it must go. – Victor Hugo