//------------------------------// // The Reporters // Story: Equestria Ninjas: Liberty Thankgiving // by Dinomite123 //------------------------------// The Donnie and rest were riding on the cart carried by a horse along with two strange teenagers to get away from the Boston Party. "This is amazing, Donnie. I never thought I would see the 18th century." Twilight Sparkle said as she was holding a quill and ink. "Well, I didn't think it would work either. But here we are." Donnie replied, looking around at the village. At last, they arrived at the edge of the village, where a large group of people was gathered. As they disembarked from the cart, Twilight and her friends were greeted by a mixture of curiosity and suspicion from the villagers. Donnie and the others were immediately struck by the rustic simplicity of their surroundings - wooden houses with thatched roofs, dirt roads, and people dressed in homespun clothing. "This is our stop." James said. "Thanks for the ride." Applejack said as they all stepped down from the cart. "And thanks for saving our butts back there." Mikey replied. "Oh, it was nothing. Who knows what the Boston Tea Party are capable of." Sarah smirked. "Yeah, about that..." "What were you all doing spying on them anyway?" James asked. "We're not spying! We're just trying to understand...uh...what's going on in the colonies. You know, like journalists do," Twilight tired to explained. "Well, your in for luck. I'm a journalist as much as him here." Sarah pointed. "And we have a few other special friends with us. They're here to help us learn and observe as well." James said, gesturing to the group. "Wow, I guess we are in for luck." Applejack said. "As much I see luck, then I guess we're all right with it." Rarity pointed out. "Anyway, my name is "Anyway, my name is Sarah Phillips, and this is my colleague, James Hiller." "I'm Twilight Sparkle, and this is my friend, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, and Michelangelo and Donatello." "Nice to meet you all," Sarah said, smiling. "Well, it seems like you've all come a long way." "I'm sort a journalist like you, only a little bit." "Really? What's your report on?" "Well, it's actually more of an assignment for school." Twilight explained "We're here to cover the upcoming Thanksgiving celebration between the English settlers and the local Native American tribes. We're hoping to get a firsthand account of the event and its significance." "That sounds like quite a challenge." James said, "But I'm sure you'll find plenty of material to work with. The Native Americans have a rich culture and history that often gets overlooked." "Yeah, I'm excited to learn more about them," Twilight said, nodding in agreement. "But, I gotta ask, do the Native Americans do the same thing at this time? Especially during the Boston Tea Party?" "Well, that's actually a bit of a sore spot between the colonists and the Native Americans," Sarah explained. "Many of the tribes were caught in the middle of the conflict, and some were even attacked by colonists who blamed them for supporting the British." "That's terrible!" Twilight exclaimed. "Yes, it was a sad time for many," Sarah said solemnly. "But it's important to remember that not all Native Americans sided with the British. Many tribes tried to stay neutral, fearing the consequences of either side winning the war." "That's really interesting," Twilight commented, making a mental note to include this in her report. "But there is still the same Thanksgiving tradition around at this time, right? Donnie asked. "Oh yes, of course." Sarah replied. "The Wampanoag tribe, who were among the first to interact with the English settlers, actually helped them survive their first few years in the new world by teaching them how to plant crops and fish. When the English held a harvest feast to celebrate their first successful growing season, they invited the Wampanoag tribe to join them, and thus the tradition of Thanksgiving was born." "Wow, that's amazing!" Twilight exclaimed, her quill scribbling furiously on the parchment. "I can't wait to learn more about their customs and traditions." "You know, this reminds me of a young friend of ours who works with us." James replied. "Oh? Who might that be?" Rarity asked curiously. "His name is Henri Richard Maurice. He's a bit of a prodigy, actually. He's only twelve years old but already writes for several publications in France." "Where is he now?" "I believe he went to gather some more information about the upcoming celebration." Sarah replied. "And he's helping out with Moses with the English?" James replied "Speaking of which, we should probably head back to the newsroom. Would you like to come with us?" "Oh, I think we'll be fine for a while," Twilight said, gesturing to the others. "We were just getting comfortable with the locals." "Actually, we would love to join you all." Donnie cutted in. "Great! The more the merrier." James said as he started walking. At the newsroom in the town of Pennsylvania Colony in Philadelphia, a twelve year old boy named Henri Richard Maurice and Moses were busy working on their latest article about the upcoming Thanksgiving celebration. Henri had been sent by his father to gather information about the event and he had managed to secure an interview with one of the English settlers who had attended the first Thanksgiving feast. "So, tell me about your experiences during the Thanksgiving celebration with the Natives," Henri asked, leaning in eagerly. The English settler, Mr. Johnson, smiled fondly at the memory. "It was a truly remarkable occasion. We were invited to join the Wampanoag tribe for a feast of their own, and it was there that we shared our first Thanksgiving together. There was an abundance of food, and we all sat together, sharing stories and laughter." Henri scribbled down the details in his notebook, already forming ideas for his article. He glanced up at Moses, who was busy organizing the papers on his desk. "What about the Native American customs and traditions? Did you get a chance to learn anything about that?" Moses nodded, "Yes, I managed to speak with one of the local chiefs. He told me that their Thanksgiving celebration is similar to ours, but it also includes a ceremony to honor the spirits of their ancestors. They believe that the harvest is a gift from the spirits, and they give thanks to them for their blessings." Just then, James entered the newsroom. "Henri, we're going to the printing press. Are you ready?" James asked. "Yes, sir!" Henri replied, standing up and putting his notebook away. As they walked to the printing press, Henri couldn't help but feel excited. This was his first big assignment, and he was determined to make it a success. He glanced over at James, who was walking next to him, and wondered what it would be like to be a real journalist like him. "Who are your friends, James?" Moses asked. "Oh, they're just some young folks that we saved at the sight of the Boston tea party."," James replied casually. ."And they're all here to learn about the Native American culture and traditions for their school projects?" Moses asked, sounding surprised. "It's a pleasure to meet you all," Twilight said, extending her hand to shake Moses's. "I'm Twilight Sparkle, and these are my friends, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, and Michelangelo and Donatello." Moses smiled warmly and shook her hand. "It's an honor to meet you as well, Twilight. I must say, your presence here is quite intriguing." "Oh, and this is our little friend we told you about earlier, Henri." Sarah said. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Henri," Twilight added with a warm smile. "I'm sure you'll have some wonderful stories to share with your readers back in France." Henri blushed slightly at the attention, but he couldn't help but feel proud of himself. He glanced over at James, who gave him a reassuring nod. "Well, we should probably get back to work," James said, breaking the silence. "We have a lot to prepare for the upcoming issue." They all nodded in agreement and returned to their respective tasks. "Oh, well, I'm from a small village in France. My father is a successful businessman, and my mother is a well-known artist. They were quite supportive of my dreams of becoming a journalist." Sarah said, smiling. "Well, I'm from Boston. Born and raised there," James replied. "My father was a sailor, and my mother was a homemaker. They taught me the value of hard work and dedication." Moses, on the other hand, hailed from a small village in Africa. "I was born in Ghana, but my family moved to Philadelphia when I was just a boy. My father was a tribal leader, and my mother was a healer. They instilled in me the importance of preserving our culture and traditions." As they continued to chat, the printing press began to hum, signaling that it was time for Henri's article to be printed. He watched nervously as the papers rolled off the press, his first article finally taking shape. It was titled "A New Perspective on Thanksgiving: The Native American Experience." "So, how did you guys met?" Donnie asked. "Well, it was during the Boston Tea Party," James replied. "I was there with my friends, and we saw Henri trying to help his father who was injured during the chaos. We managed to get him to safety, and that's when we first met him." "Yes, and I was just a young boy then," Henri added. "I remember being so scared and not understanding what was happening. But James and his friends were like angels to me." They all laughed at the memory, and the atmosphere in the newsroom lightened up. As they continued to chat, they heard a commotion outside. "Well, I was on a ship to Boston." Sarah explained. "While I was writing a letter to my father, the ship was under attack by Mohawks," "That was before when Benjiman Franklin sent us to take care of her." James replied. They were shocked when he said the name Benjiman Franklin. "Did you just say Benjiman Franklin?" Donnie asked. "Yes, he was the one who sent us to take care of her." James replied. "The" Benjiman Franklin? The one who did an experiment on electricity with a kite?" "Yep, the same one," James replied. "The Donnie and rest were riding on the cart carried by a horse along with two strange teenagers to get away from the Boston Party. "This is amazing, Donnie. I never thought I would see the 18th century." Twilight Sparkle said as she was holding a quill and ink. "Well, I didn't think it would work either. But here we are." Donnie replied, looking around at the village. At last, they arrived at the edge of the village, where a large group of people was gathered. As they disembarked from the cart, Twilight and her friends were greeted by a mixture of curiosity and suspicion from the villagers. Donnie and the others were immediately struck by the rustic simplicity of their surroundings - wooden houses with thatched roofs, dirt roads, and people dressed in homespun clothing. "This is our stop." James said. "Thanks for the ride." Applejack said as they all stepped down from the cart. "And thanks for saving our butts back there." Mikey replied. "Oh, it was nothing. Who knows what the Boston Tea Party are capable of." Sarah smirked. "Yeah, about that..." "What were you all doing spying on them anyway?" James asked. "We're not spying! We're just trying to understand...uh...what's going on in the colonies. You know, like journalists do," Twilight tired to explained. "Well, your in for luck. I'm a journalist as much as him here." Sarah pointed. "And we have a few other special friends with us. They're here to help us learn and observe as well." James said, gesturing to the group. "Wow, I guess we are in for luck." Applejack said. "As much I see luck, then I guess we're all right with it." Rarity pointed out. "Anyway, my name is Sarah Phillips, and this is my colleague, James Hiller." "I'm Twilight Sparkle, and this is my friend, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, and Michelangelo and Donatello." "Nice to meet you all," Sarah said, smiling. "Well, it seems like you've all come a long way." "I'm sort a journalist like you, only a little bit." "Really? What's your report on?" Sarah asked. "Well, it's actually more of an assignment for school." Twilight explained "We're here to cover the upcoming Thanksgiving celebration between the English settlers and the local Native American tribes. We're hoping to get a firsthand account of the event and its significance." "That sounds like quite a challenge." James said, "But I'm sure you'll find plenty of material to work with. The Native Americans have a rich culture and history that often gets overlooked." "Yeah, I'm excited to learn more about them," Twilight said, nodding in agreement. "But, I gotta ask, do the Native Americans do the same thing at this time? Especially during the Boston Tea Party?" "Well, that's actually a bit of a sore spot between the colonists and the Native Americans," Sarah explained. "Many of the tribes were caught in the middle of the conflict, and some were even attacked by colonists who blamed them for supporting the British." "That's terrible!" Twilight exclaimed. "Yes, it was a sad time for many," Sarah said solemnly. "But it's important to remember that not all Native Americans sided with the British. Many tribes tried to stay neutral, fearing the consequences of either side winning the war." "That's really interesting," Twilight commented, making a mental note to include this in her report. "But there is still the same Thanksgiving tradition around at this time, right? Donnie asked. "Oh yes, of course." Sarah replied. "The Wampanoag tribe, who were among the first to interact with the English settlers, actually helped them survive their first few years in the new world by teaching them how to plant crops and fish. When the English held a harvest feast to celebrate their first successful growing season, they invited the Wampanoag tribe to join them, and thus the tradition of Thanksgiving was born." "Wow, that's amazing!" Twilight exclaimed, her quill scribbling furiously on the parchment. "I can't wait to learn more about their customs and traditions." "You know, this reminds me of a young friend of ours who works with us." James replied. "Oh? Who might that be?" Twilight asked curiously. "His name is Henri Richard Maurice. He's a bit of a prodigy, actually. He's only twelve years old but already writes for several publications in France." James explained. "Where is right now?" "I believe he went to gather some more information about the upcoming celebration." Sarah replied. "And he's helping out with Moses with the English" James replied. "Speaking of which, we should probably head back to the newsroom. Would you like to come with us?" "Oh, I think we'll be fine for a while," Twilight said, gesturing to the others. "We were just getting comfortable with the locals." "Actually, we would love to join you all." Donnie cutted in. "Great! The more the merrier." James said as he started walking. At the newsroom in the town of Pennsylvania Colony in Philadelphia, a twelve year old boy named Henri Richard Maurice and Moses were busy working on their latest article about the upcoming Thanksgiving celebration. Henri had been sent by his father to gather information about the event and he had managed to secure an interview with one of the English settlers who had attended the first Thanksgiving feast. "So, tell me about your experiences during the Thanksgiving celebration with the Natives," Henri asked, leaning in eagerly. The English settler, Mr. Johnson, smiled fondly at the memory. "It was a truly remarkable occasion. We were invited to join the Wampanoag tribe for a feast of their own, and it was there that we shared our first Thanksgiving together. There was an abundance of food, and we all sat together, sharing stories and laughter." Henri scribbled down the details in his notebook, already forming ideas for his article. He glanced up at Moses, who was busy organizing the papers on his desk. "What about the Native American customs and traditions? Did you get a chance to learn anything about that?" Moses nodded, "Yes, I managed to speak with one of the local chiefs. He told me that their Thanksgiving celebration is similar to ours, but it also includes a ceremony to honor the spirits of their ancestors. They believe that the harvest is a gift from the spirits, and they give thanks to them for their blessings." Just then, James entered the newsroom. "Henri, we're going to the printing press. Are you ready?" James asked. "Yes, sir!" Henri replied, standing up and putting his notebook away. As they walked to the printing press, Henri couldn't help but feel excited. This was his first big assignment, and he was determined to make it a success. He glanced over at James, who was walking next to him, and wondered what it would be like to be a real journalist like him. "Who are your friends, James?" Moses asked. "Oh, they're just some young folks that we saved at the sight of the Boston tea party."," James replied casually. "Fellas, this our publisher, Moses." "It's a pleasure to meet you all," Twilight said, extending her hand to shake Moses's. "I'm Twilight Sparkle, and these are my friends, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, and Michelangelo and Donatello." Moses smiled warmly and shook her hand. "It's an honor to meet you as well, Twilight. I must say, your presence here is quite intriguing." "Oh, and this is our little friend we told you about earlier, Henri." Sarah said. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Henri," Twilight added with a warm smile. "I'm sure you'll have some wonderful stories to share with your readers back in France." Henri blushed slightly at the attention, but he couldn't help but feel proud of himself. He glanced over at James, who gave him a reassuring nod. "Well, we should probably get back to work," Sarah said, breaking the silence. "We have a lot to prepare for the upcoming issue." They all nodded in agreement and returned to their respective tasks. "So, Sarah, darling. Tell us where you came from." Rarity replied. "Oh, well, I'm from a small village in France. My father is a successful businessman, and my mother is a well-known artist. They were quite supportive of my dreams of becoming a journalist." Sarah said, smiling. "What the rest of you guys." Mikey asked James and Moses. "Well, I'm from Boston. Born and raised there," James replied. "My father was a sailor, and my mother was a homemaker. They taught me the value of hard work and dedication." Moses, on the other hand, hailed from a small village in Africa. "I was born in Ghana, but my family moved to Philadelphia when I was just a boy. My father was a tribal leader, and my mother was a healer. They instilled in me the importance of preserving our culture and traditions." As they continued to chat, the printing press began to hum, signaling that it was time for Henri's article to be printed. He watched nervously as the papers rolled off the press, his first article finally taking shape. It was titled "A New Perspective on Thanksgiving: The Native American Experience." "So, how did you guys met?" Donnie asked. "Well, it was during the Boston Tea Party," James replied. "I was there with my friends, and we saw Henri trying to help his father who was injured during the chaos. We managed to get him to safety, and that's when we first met him." "Yes, and I was just a young boy then," Henri added. "I remember being so scared and not understanding what was happening. But James and his friends were like angels to me." They all laughed at the memory, and the atmosphere in the newsroom lightened up. As they continued to chat, they heard a commotion outside. "How did you meet Sarah?" "Well, I was on a ship to Boston." Sarah explained. "While I was writing a letter to my father, the ship was under attack by Mohawks," "That was before when Benjiman Franklin sent us to take care of her." James replied. They were shocked when he said the name Benjiman Franklin. "Did you just say Benjiman Franklin?" Donnie asked. "Yes, he was the one who sent us to take care of her." James replied. "The" Benjiman Franklin? The one who did an experiment on electricity with a kite?" "Yep, the same one," James replied. "And your friends with him?" Applejack asked. "Friends is a strong word, but we've met him a few times and worked together on a couple of occasions," James explained. "He's a remarkable inventor and thinker, always coming up with new ideas and experiments." "Wow, that must have been incredible," Twilight exclaimed. "I've read so much about him in history books. To actually meet him and work with him must be a dream come true." "It definitely is," James said with a smile. "We're grateful for the opportunities we've had to learn from such brilliant minds." Then they hear a noise coming from outside. "What was that?" Moses wondered. They all rushed outside to find out what was happening. As they stepped out of the newsroom, they saw a group of Native Americans running towards them, their faces filled with fear and determination. "What's happening?" James asked, trying to make sense of the chaos around him. "The colonists have attacked our village!" one of the Native Americans replied, his voice shaking with anger and fear. "They burned our homes, stole our food, and killed many of our people!" "This is terrible!" Twilight exclaimed, feeling her heart break for the suffering of the Native Americans. "Yes, it is a dark day for us," James said solemnly. "But we must not stand idly by. We will help you in any way we can." "We'll go to the colonists and demand they stop their attack," James replied, his voice filled with determination. "Or we can stay put for awhile until we can get any further notice." Moses demanded. "What do you mean by that?" James asked. "I mean we should stay put and not go rushing off to confront the colonists," Moses replied. "We don't know what kind of force we're up against, and we could end up getting ourselves killed." "But we can't just stand by and do nothing!" Twilight protested. "No, we can't," Sarah agreed. "But we also can't just rush in blindly. We need to gather information and plan our strategy carefully. We need to know what resources we have at our disposal and what the colonists are capable of." "You're right, Sarah," Twilight said, nodding in agreement. "We need to think this through carefully." "In the meantime, we can gather information from the survivors and assess the damage," Henri suggested. "We need to know what we're up against and how we can help." "That's a good idea," Sarah agreed. "We should also try to spread the word about what happened and gather support from other journalists and leaders." "Alright, let's do this." Donnie said. And they were prepared for whatever assignment or mission they are determined to do.