`How the Wyatt Stole Thanksgiving`

On Monday, my friend Wyatt and I got talking about Thanksgiving and what we had planned. I told Wyatt I was going to eat food, duh. With forks. He said, "Dude,then I'm gonna steal your forks and you won;t be able to eat." So I drew this picture of How the Wyatt Stole Thanksgiving. So I wrote this story based on the picture. Launa uploaded it for me.

Once upon a time, there was a colony of obese people called the Hows. They were called Hows because people would say, "How did you get so fucking fat?" Their favorite holiday was Thanksgiving, but they pretty much used any excuse to overeat. Every Thanksgiving the people proved how unthankful they were by gobbling down huge tubs of food and abusing their bodies. They told their stomachs "thank you" with lots of pepto bismol. Then they watched lots of stupid sports on TV, becoming even more obese. Anyone who questioned their tradition was called "stupid". That's because the Hows were too lazy to get up and hit you. But high over Howville, there was evil watching. It was the infamous Wyatt!!!!1 He was angry at all the Hows because he was moderately thin, and not anorexically thin like me, and he wanted them all to die because they were fat fatties. So he decided to steal all their forks so they couldn't eat their turkey and mashed potatoes and pure lard. So the Wyatt got a big sack and snuck into the houses of the Hows while they were sleeping on Thanksgiving Eve. But as he climbed into the first house, he tripped the alarm system and a rottweiler came out of the shadows and ripped out his jugualr vein and killed him. The Hows ate him. The End