Fall had come and the first Thanksgiving plans were being debated with the pilgrims new adversaries, the Wampanoag Tribe. The Pilgrims said "Let us feast in our town". The Native Americans had said "Let us feast in our village".
The Pilgrims and Indians had to cajole both groups to do their part in making the food for the tremendous feast. "We will make the food", the Pilgrim woman had said. "We will harvest the crop". the Indian tribe asserted.
The Wampanoag Tribe walked many miles day and night to participate in this sumptuous meal. "We will not starve for days!" the Native Americans inferred.
The fields of crops were cleared for the brimming assemblage to take place soon in the nearby meadow. "An entire planet of food may still not be enough for 150 starving sojourners and Native Americans.", laughed a harvester.
A table with enough food to supply a village all winter was systematized in front a uncountable crowd. But, there was something missing. "Where is the main dish", asked a Indian. "Its the most important part!" cried a Pilgrim.
As if a knight in shining armor, two young Pilgrims came out of the clearing with a hot, juicy, savory......PIZZA! The two different groups ate until the couldn't take the taste of pepperoni anymore. Little did those diverse groups know, they weren't just eating a traditional pizza dinner, they were making history.