One day a few of the women folk in a certain family were preparing their festive bird. They sat the raw turkey on the counter ready for its stuffing, a big bowl of which had already been prepared. One sister began shoving the seasoned stuffing into back end of the large bird, though she thought she had made lots, the cavity didn’t get full.
“This isn’t quite enough,” she squealed to her two sisters. “Quick! Make some more.”
The other two threw more bread crumbs, onions, and seasonings into a pan and stirred it up with butter and water to moisten. “Here,” one of them said, handing her the bowl. She grabbed it and stuffed in more, but it still wasn’t enough.
“This turkey must have had an enormous set of innards,” she grumbled. “It still isn’t enough!”
One of her sisters walked around to the other side of the counter. “Don’t look now, but…”
The others hurried around and groaned as they saw dressing poking through the neck hole. A little pile on the floor bore evidence to the sister’s energetic thrust.
“Lesson 1 in Turkey Stuffing,” one sister quipped. “Be sure there’s a Stop at the end.”