“Oh NO!” Barty said, examining the turkey. “This is definitely no longer edible. What do we do now?” His eyes shifted from the meal he could no longer eat to his wife, Betty, the smarter of the two.

“I know what to do,” she said excitedly, getting up from her chair and walking over to the fridge. “I saw this happen on television once. We can eat cereal!” Like a woman in a commertial, she pulled out a box of Frosted Flakes, giving her husband the thumbs up.

“See, this is why I married you,” Barty said, getting them a couple of bowls for their Thanksgiving feast.