Big Nate by Lincoln Peirce for November 22, 1999

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Thanksgiving with the pilgrims of plymouth! One day in 1623... Zounds! 'Tis nearly time for our annual "Thanksgiving"! Hmph! What's there to be thankful for? Winter is coming, most of our crops have dies, there's been a pneumonia epidemic! Why should we give thanks!? Pardon us, kind sirs... We are a group of single young women who have been kicked out of the settlement up the road for our wanton, promiscuous ways. May we stay here in your village? Yes. Our only possessions are this cask of fermented cider and a flock of pet turkeys.