Jentel Days 11-13: Thanksgiving Weekend

Very early in the morning…

a fleet of Jentel animals awoke.

They mashed and fried, frittered and carved, baked and stirred, whipped and thickened…

And the humans came to eat the feast, which lingered into the long hours of the evening…
The sun went down and all was quiet.
The next night, the artists ventured to the city:

And there were trucks and cowboys, hot dogs and booze. There was smooching and stomping and weirdos and nice-os. There was, in short, an all around good time.

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