Wallie supposes it is a little late to say “Hello, November.”
Wallie the Imp has a sharp sweet-tooth, and his favorite holiday season definitely spans from October to December. He loves to go Trick-or-Treating because no one ever suspects him, and he always looks forward to Thanksgiving and Christmas dinner.
Needless to say, looking forward to a meal does not at all imply that Wallie likes to cook.
As a matter of fact, it has been my pleasure to cook some little treat for Wallie and my Friend. We always have an early Thanksgiving, because of course we are banished from the university for a week.
We aren’t complaining.
This Thanksgiving however, I didn’t feel like cooking. I told Wallie he had better “cook up” something himself.
Wallie was not at all pleased.
He spent days grumbling to himself in Impish.
We decided we would have the dinner at my Friend’s.
My Friend and I sat for some time, waiting for Wallie. We talked about classes. We talked about the weather. We talked about how hungry we were. Finally, Wallie wheeled in our dinner on a tray.
Neither my Friend nor I had had any idea what Impish cooking is. When Wallie set the platter in front of us, I couldn’t believe my eyes.
“I thought, I don’t know, that we’d be eating fricasseed fairy or something,” I said.
My Friend looked scandalized. He is very sensitive about fairies.
“I thought we would be eating,” he said.
“Well, you can still eat,” I said.
Wallie frowned at us enormously. I suppose he thought we’d asked for Impish. I suppose, in point of fact, we rather did.
I wish I could draw you a picture, except I don’t want to spoil your dinner, too.