The First Thanksgiving - by Hannah Wassenaar

Once upon a time there was a big town that the Indians called America. It was almost winter when they arrived. They had to build little houses and they did not have ovens or soft, comfy beds. They didn't have grills or backyards either, it was just plain little houses.

There was a man named Samoset. Samoset got kidnapped and he sailed across the ocean and got kidnapped way on the other side of the ocean. Then he went to another place where the people were nice. At last his friend found an American. Was Samoset going back home? He did not know if he was going home but he believed God.

Samoset, at last after 33 days, was back home but there was no on one there. Samoset felt sad. His houses were broke and during the winter when he was gone everyone had died of a sickness.

But then he heard kids; he heard grown-ups and pilgrims coming through the woods. Suddenly there was a crowd of people and Indians. And they were carrying 18 huge turkeys, pumpkins and corn and 8 squashes and zucchinis. Samoset was very happy that he had trusted God. The people helped Samoset rebuild his houses and they became friends. From now on the pilgrim people will be his friend. Samoset will never forget that day and that his friends had helped him. Jesus had helped Samoset during all those hard times.

The End.