
Cranberries and Ham
French Silk Pie with the whip cream
Thanksgiving is great!




The battle with grendals mother
She ripped and tore and clawed at Beowolf , bit holes in his helmet. Beowolf longed only for fame, leaped back into battle. He tossed his sword aside, angry; the steel-edged blade lay where he’d dropped it. He raised his arms and seized her by the shoulder; anger doubled his strength, he threw her to the floor. She fell, Grendals fierce mother and the Geats proud prince was ready to leap on her. But she d himThen he saw hanging on the wall a heavy sword, hammered by giants, strong and blessed with their magic, the best of all weapons but so massive that no ordinary man could lift, he cut thru her neck. Beowolf went to Grendal and pulled his arm off the replaced it in the hall.
The Last battle
the he said farewell to his followers, each in his turn, for the last time.
The Spoils
Beowolfs followers rode, mourning their beloved leader, crying that no better king had ever lived no prince so mild no man so open to his people so deserving of praise.

