Big Nate by Lincoln Peirce for November 25, 2003

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"A Plymouth Thanksgiving!" "November, 1627" "Greetings, kind sirs." "Widow Pipkins, we are planning our annual Thanksgiving Celebration..." "Could you perhaps contribute some refreshments for the feast?" "well...I do have several casks of apple cider in the woodshed..." "...but they are several years old. I'm afraid they may have 'turned.'" "Shall I bake you a cake instead?" "No!" "Pump up the jam...pump up the jam..."