John Woodleaf: Hello, Chief Running Bear! My fellow Englishmen and I would like to thank you for accepting our invitation to this momentous celebration.

Running Bear: My people and I are honored by your invitation. We are happy for your friendship.

JW: As are we, Chief. We have so much to gain from you.

RB: You mean that both of us have much to gain.

JW: Yes, that’s what I said.

RB: Well, our women have prepared many baskets of our bountiful crops and meats so that you may feast for many days.

JW: Why thank you, Chief! What can we give you?

RB: Our hunters were hoping you might give them some of those thundersticks that you and your men use.

JW: Oh, those? I’m sorry; we don’t have enough to share. But we do have a lot of blankets for you.

RB: Are you sure? Winter is nearly here, do you have enough to spare?

JW: We no longer have any need for these blankets. Really, they’re yours.

RB: Are they clean?

JW: Pretty much.

RB: My people thank you. Our children will be kept warm by your kindness.

JW: Our pleasure, Chief. Hey, what is this that I’m eating, by the way?

RB: Buffalo. It is the animal from which much of our food, clothing, and tools are
derived from.

JW: Boy, it sure is delicious. I think I could eat about 280,000 of these! By the way, you guys have some nice digs here. What more can you tell us about this land you call home? How large is it?

RB: Our land stretches as far as the eye can see. It has forests, mountains, and rivers that are bountiful with the fruits of nature. There are literally millions of acres of undiscovered land just waiting for someone to claim.

JW: Interesting, that will be perfect for the millions of European friends I’m bring over—

RB: What?

JW: Nothing. Oh, wow, it looks like a few more pilgrims just showed up for the feast. Would you guys mind sitting at that small table over by that tree?

RB: Oh, well, I mean, this is actually our table that you’re using.

JW:Right, but we sort of need this table for our friends and stuff. That table over there is a little smaller, but I think you’re going to like it. There aren’t as many rules—you can have food fights if you want.

RB: Food fights? I love food fights!

JW: I know you do. Now go over to the small table.

RB: Are you sure there’s no more room at the big table?

JW: No, we’re going to need all of this space for this thing we’re
doing later.