Nobody knows the answer.So the students talk about the question ."I think it must be the hand of your mother,"says one of the students.
"It's a farmer's hand,"says another student,"because farmers keep the turkey."
Finally the weather asks the short boy whose hand it is.
"It's your hand,Miss Brown,"the short boy says in a low voice.
She now remembers that she often takes the short boy by the hand to play games.She often takes the other students' hands,too.But it means so much to the short boy.That is his thanksgiving.
Thanksgiving is not a thing or a word.It's a kind of feeling.