It's the day before perhaps the very biggest meal in the world. I prepare of course. For thanksgiving, to a white girl in a native village may be the very most significant day in the world. I share a feast like it was in the very first days of my people's immigration- with friendly souls who appreciate my residence on their homeland. So today I prepared my rolls. Picked the fruit from my pumpkin, mashed it, and made a pie worth eating immidiately. And set the table for a day that is one of the most sentimental and truly heartwarming of the year.
