Fall had come and the first Thanksgiving plans were being debated with the pilgrims new adversaries, the Wampanoag Tribe; however, the location was hard to decide, and was finally planned to take place in the fields.
The Pilgrims and Indians had to cajole both groups to do their part in making the food for the tremendous feast. "This will be a lot of work but its worth it", stated a fellow Pilgrim. They would need a boatload of people to help, and probably even more!
Where is the main meal?!
The Wampanoag Tribe walked many miles day and night to participate in this sumptuous meal. The tribe knew they would have to work, yet all had visions of corn and creamy mashed potatoes in their heads.
The fields of crops were cleared for the brimming assemblage to take place soon in the nearby meadow. The daily thoughts of days without work, and days of eating kept them going through the day.
A table with enough food to supply a village all winter was systematized in front a uncountable crowd. But, there was something missing. "We walked all this way for this food, an Indian exclaimed, and we will go hungry without it!"
Right when a bar fight from 600 years ago was about to take place, complete with people pointing fingers and all, a lone Indian Chief arrived in what seemed a moment of complete chaos. . Someone then called out, "Hey look, the main dish is here!" stared at the BIG, FAT, JUICY......PIZZAS!