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Show 63. Sunny looked into the lean-to. "Little B i l l ' s yellin' doesn't even xuake up $a, Bill?" "Sunny, when you've got a temperature a l l you want to do i s sleep." said B i l l. About four o'clock when Bill took the l i d off the stove to put extra wood in to bake the b i s c u i t s , he slammed i t back f a s t . "Blizzardfe getting worse. See the xjay the wind forced that smoke back into the room." "Don't xrorry so 'bout the kid B i l l . Olaf said. "Never 'erd a baby with such a poxrerful set a lungs*" "I xras thiking smoke xrould be hard on Dad*" Bill said s t a r t i n g to hurry the dinner. Olaf xras talking so loud he'd xra.ke Dad and he'd be drunk soon if he didn't get food. Sunny went into his father and came out quietly. "He's s t i l l s l e e p i n ' ." "Best thing he could do,Sunny." said B i l l . "Biscuits are ready. Let's have this Thanksgiving dinner." Bill cut a drumstick off a bird, pulled off the g r i s t le and took i t over to L i t t l e Bill. Sunny just picked a t his food. Olaf, usually quite pleasant a t meals, xrolfed doxm the food complaining, "Meats dry" he said chewing on a piece of breast. Bill nodded. "Most of the meat xre've brought in this month has been tough, but pine hen's usually tender. Wasn't a trace of fat on any of these. Thought the bacon xrould help keep i t moist, but t h i s breast is dry a l l right. Joints arc b e t t e r ." Bill put the honey cake in the middle of the table. Little B i l l started yelling. |