As silky smooth as new petals on a flower, he walked past the garden men and entered the house. In side the house he went up the stairs to the back room where the was a door leading up to the attic. He went up.
Days past and still no one knew he was in the house. The family was all settled in.
The smell of Turkey woke him. He came down.
As he stood in the entrance to the kitchen he called out Happy thanks Giving. He raised his rifle, pulled the trigger and a stick welding a sign sprang out.
Everyone was in awe of this and then chatter filled the whole kitchen area. It was their Uncle Joe from their father’s side. He was the clown of the family.
They did not really recognise him right off the bat as he had long whiskers and they have not seen him for at least fifteen years. But boy oh boy some of them were mad. Some of the family laughed. Some of the family called him bad names. His brother told him he was an idiot and what he just did was wrong. Some one could have been hurt.
After they all settled down and sitting at the table, they asked how long have you been in town, and where are you staying.
Well, as the matter of fact, i have been here for days and i also have been staying up in your attic.
Little Jimmy called out . . .So that is what the smell is . . .You stink.