It’s not exactly a Bible story, but I'm retelling the story of the First Thanksgiving.
In 16somethingsomething, a bunch of Pilgrims came to America.
Yay, religious tolerance! How nice!
They brought supplies with them to get through the first winter in America.
They were in trouble. But then the pilgrims met the natives.
The pilgrims didn’t really understand the native people or their ways.
The pilgrims were also kind of jerks.
Things started to look pretty bleak for the pilgrims. Until...
The native americans shared their harvest, and the pilgrims survived.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!