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Mon, January 2
Sheared Beaver
New Year's Day, the family got together at my aunt's house....Us "kids" were all gathered 'round the table after dessert: My two cousins and their boyfriends and me and J. My cousins' grandmother came into the kitchen to say goodbye, and we all admired her fur coat (for some reason, I forgive elderly women who wear fur).
"Wow." My cousin's boyfriend Mark said, ever the charmer. "That's a very nice coat."
(Insert strong Austrian accent)"Why sank you," said my cousins' grandma.
"What's it made of?" Mark asked, politely.
"Beaver!" She exclaimed.
We all chuckled, and tried to hold in our laughter.
Mark, all straight-faced then says, "Oh, BEAVER? Really. It's...It's really soft."
Grandma nodded proudly, patted her coat and said, "Yes. It's SHEARED BEAVER."
The rest of us absolutely lost it, while Mark maintained just the glimmer of a smile.
"You don't say," said Mark. "Sheared beaver. Very nice."
"Sheared!" She said again, I guess, for emphasis. In my family the saying goes, if its worth saying once, its worth saying a thousand times.
Posted by lexzog at January 2, 2006 09:56 PM
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