Hello Englishmen! Come, and I shall show thee my Tribe. THE WAMPANOAGS!
This is what my people call corn. And we need not large homes, for we live humbly, and consider all of nature our open and caring home. And alas, our gods see worship as doing what's right, and following their laws, and we shouldn't have one place to do that. But, you may follow your beliefs and stay here as long as you like.
T'is this strange plant, and triangle homes? Are thy people okay with thee strange homes? And where are your churches, or other places of worship?
Two days later...
...and this is how we get all the corn. We use the leftover corn silk for medicinal use.
2 years later
I said this is my land!
That's right, pick that corn!!!!
3 years later
Their relationship slowly deteriorated over time. The pilgrims began to take advantage of the Wampanoags hospitality.
We need to stop these pilgrims from taking our land.