The Second Thanksgiving

A Story You Never Heard

by Mewsette (right) and Phelicity (left)

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We have a story to tell you about the second Thanksgiving. That's the famous one. But before there could be a second one, there had to be a first one. That's part of the story, too. We weren't there, of course! This is just how we think it was.



The first Thanksgiving was a feast of corn, cornbread, corn pudding, squash baked and boiled, potatoes, parsnips, rutabagas, carrots, and carrot cake with no nuts, because they didn't have any. And pumpkins, lots of pumpkins for pies! It was to celebrate the good harvest, you see, which was all they had. There might have been zucchini bread - they had to do something with all that zucchini. But that was about it.


Well, the cats who lived with the pilgrims and kept mice out of their stored harvest were purrty displeased, because they weren't that fond of vegetables, breads and cakes. Where was the meat? They probably all got together and went squirrel hunting, contributing those for the humans' feast. They couldn't very well go hunt the wild turkeys they'd seen in the woods, because the turkeys were bigger than they were. So what we think happened is, the ladies doing the cooking (men never cooked in those days, they just went out and shot stuff) complained about the furriness of the squirrels and didn't like the meat. They still don't.



But the cats loved it. So the Indians must have asked why they gave the meat to the cats. The obvious answer was that the cats deserved it, but the pilgrims didn't think of that. The Indians said they always went out and shot bigger stuff than that for dinner, and the pilgrims probably answered that they would have, but they'd been too busy digging rutabagas. After dinner, we're pretty sure some of the cats went home with the Indians.



Anyway, the second year the Indian women came and helped the pilgrim women dig and harvest all the vegetables. They didn't mind a bit, because they didn't have to wear long skirts and starched collars. It's kinda hard to dig in those. The Indian men took the pilgrim men out hunting bigger things to shoot, and that's how they discovered those big wild turkeys that the cats knew about all along. All the women were very pleased, because how hard could it be to cook a turkey? You put the whole thing in the oven and take it out 5 hours later, that's all. Of course they had to do something about the feathers and stuff first. You don't want to hear that part.



So the second Thanksgiving was such a wonderful feast, they've been having them ever since, all because of the turkeys! In fact, they almost made the turkey our national bird once, but they thought better of it, because a national bird really shouldn't be on the dinner table. It's embarrassing.

Nowadays the men go hunting turkeys at the grocery store. Wait. No, actually the women do that. They still do the cooking, too, but they get to wear jeans to do it and be comfortable. Then they wash all the dishes while the men sit around watching ball games and taking naps. Nobody has to dig rutabagas any more.

And all the cats are very happy on Thanksgiving Day.







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