“I didn’t mean to kill a turkey,” Pandora Edward confessed her sin to God. “I never want to kill any animal, but I just need the turkey as a special meal on Thanksgiving Day for my husband tonight.” She usually went to the church in her town to pray to God, study the bible, and sing hymns.
She came back her home and sat on the sofa in the living room. The living room was warm, the curtains were closed, and the turkey was cleaned and kept in the freezer. She was kniting a scarf and looking a clock on the wall until it said 6 p.m.
She came back her home and sat on the sofa in the living room. The living room was warm, the curtains were closed, and the turkey was cleaned and kept in the freezer. She was kniting a scarf and looking a clock on the wall until it said 6 p.m.