To Be A Pilgrim: The First Thanksgiving

The time is 4.21 p.m. Sorry, scrap that. I mean the date is 1621. Governor Grumpy Bradford is gathering people in the town square.

Governor Grumpy: Fellow pilgrims. We have much to celebrate.

Jett: That's what you think. You're a governor. You don't have to walk around with a silly witch's

hat on.

GG: Come, come now. We must all be thankful. Stop moaning. Anyone would think you were

English!

Hilary: You try washing and ironing these white collars every day. I won't be thankful until

they invent the laundromat!

GG: We've just survived a terrible winter. Half our numbers have died. We should show our
gratitude to the Indians who helped us by holding a big feast.

Jett: Don't you think about anything other than your stomach?

Hilary: Oh come on, it'll be fun. I'll do an evite. Just as soon as they invent the computer.

GG: I decree a national day of feasting! We'll sit down and share food with our Indian brothers.

Hilary: Oh goody, you can't beat a nice chicken korma!

Serendipity: (Who is sitting on the floor in the lotus position) Did you say karma? Technically I

don't think chickens bring karma to anything. And anyhow, I'm vegetarian.

Hilary: Korma, not karma Dipsy! I haven't got time for this. I have to get to Jewel to buy

food for the feast. Now, what shall we have?

Hyacinth: Let's get a can of green beans, a can of mushroom soup and mix them together. We'll

call them a casserole.

Duchess: Sorry, but that sounds gross. What you really need is to sprinkle it with a can of dried

fried onions. Now that'll be a gourmet dish they'll enjoy for generations to come.

Hilary: Come on, we haven't got time to waste. You know how busy the stores get on a holiday.

Jett: Stores? You mean that little log cabin in the woods where we buy skins and dried moose?

Hardly ever see anyone in there.

Duchess: It's not moose, it's caribou. Speaking of which, anyone up for a coffee?