Holidays at my are always fun. My
aunt is an author and she makes up funny short stories and poems
for us to read when we get board of all of our relatives. They're
nice but after a while it's not that fun to answer, "I'm
in sventh garde. My favorite subject is English. Yes, I've grown
3 inches," and all the usual questions like that.
So after we eat all the stuffing and and and
the other tradional foods, we (me and my brother and sister)
all piled into the living room while dessert was being set out.
The dads and uncles were all watching the football game and the
mom and aunts insisted on helping clean the dishes. My cousins
joined us in the living room. My cousin Julie came over to my
place on the couch.
"Hi Rebecca," she said.
"Hey Julie," I replied, "Did your mom write us
stories again this year?"
"Yeah here they are."
Julie pulled a pile of papers out of her blue backpack.
I grabbed the one on top and began to read:
My name is Shinging Sun and I'm Squanto's friend. I just wanted
to inform all of you about the real Thanksgiving. First of all,
there were no s. We had ducks, deer, venison, fish, ,
wild berries, and some vegetables. On the first Thnaksgiving
we clebrated for three days the good harvest season. The white
people were very nice. One of them I'm very good friends with.
I made her a blue with beads I made myself. We
trade with the settlers a lot. We give the wood to make s
and s
and they give us things that they have, like metals. Right now
everything is quite peaceful but we might have a war becuase
slowly the English population is growing and taking over our
land. So now you know the turth about Thanksgiving. Where did
those s come from anyway? |