My Family Story

    On Christmas eve, my whole family including my mothers side and my fathers side, were all gathered around the table. My Grandfather began to tell us an interesting story. "A few years ago I was sitting at a table with all my friends and we were playing a game of cards.  As we were playing there was another one of my friends in the kitchen cooking.  He was in there for about a half an hour working hard to make this special dish for us. He finally came out of the kitchen with plates, forks , knives, and everything else.  Finally he arrives with  the food in his hand.  It smelt wonderful and you could tell it was cooked well just by looking at it. "
    "Once he put it on the table we all dug into it.  As we were eating it, my friend who cooked the meal kept on saying meow with an annoyingly squeaky voice.  After about 15 minutes of eating the food and the cook repeating meow over and over again as we continued to eat, he finally told us what this mysterious food we were eating was.  It turns out that we were eating a cat"!  After my grand father had finished the story my mom said that when she was a child, her dad told her the same exact story, except the the cook was her dad. Isn't that a Coincidence!