Timmy was a bright and imaginative ten-year old. His mind was like a sponge. Everything he read or heard was tucked away neatly in his sense of how it was. He loved to tell a story to anybody who would listen. For him the story was all in the telling. It did not seem to bother him that he did not always get his facts straight, or that he didn’t even put them in the right context. He was often heard telling his friends some of the tallest tales you can imagine.One thanksgiving season, his teacher made an assignment to tell about the first Thanksgiving. Timmy got up and began to speak in a sing-songy voice. What follows was Timmy’s version of the story: