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Here in the States Thursday, the 26th, is Thanksgiving, a day set aside to count our blessings and remember the Pilgrims who came here in 1620 supposedly seeking religious freedom. Alas, it’s also one of those times when history has been candy coated to make it easier to swallow. So today I serve a healthy helping of my favorite subject.
Genre: Somewhat Historical Fiction
Word count: 100
“The Pilgrims stepped off the Mayflower onto Plymouth Rock,” Matthew read aloud. “Friendly Indians helped them plant corn and—”
“They should’ve been called Pillagers.” Rita fumed, snatched his paper and ripped it apart. “We’re indigenous and this is not India.”
“Mom, that’s my homework.”
She handed him another sheet of paper. “Write this, Matthew Thundercloud, not what you think your teacher wants to hear.
“They robbed graves, stole our land, enslaved us, murdered our children, forced their Christian religion upon us and gave us smallpox.”
“What if she gives me an ‘F’?”
Just smile and say, ‘Happy Turkey Day.’”
This should explain my title: