BY: ONCLE JOHAN KLASSEN

Today is the Tanksgiving and the Pradja axed us to tink of all the tings what we’re tankful for. At first, I tought, oba, nay, it’s yust too difficult, but dan I was malking the cows and I comed up with many things yet. Here them are:

Zoat . Without it, my life would have yust no meaning at all.

I am zaya tankful for my Fru Aggie who makes for me yust the bast summaborscht a Mennonite boy could aver ask for. Aggie still uses the same recipe our Grandma Klassen made for us when we were yust shildrens.

My fields had not so many rocks this year. Avery year rocks and more rocks, but this year, not so many like since 1961.

Now dat I tink of it, I’m also tankful for my jackass Knels . He keeps the foxes away. I’ve always liked jackasses. Aggie likes ponies, bu

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