The first celebration by the Indigenous in the "New World" was drawing to a close amidst the flickering bonfire.
A half-moon hung in the sky, shredded clouds accompanying the brilliant stars watching over the people on the hillside.
The zebra stroked his round belly, looking at the last small piece of fried fish on the plate, wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth, and reluctantly glanced at Sunday who announced the end of the feast.
To be honest, he felt he could still eat more.
Of course, he wasn't alone in these thoughts; all the Indigenous who enjoyed the delicacies shared his sentiment.
The lively atmosphere fell into a brief lull after the feast ended.
Soon, as Saturday brought the Leader's new orders—they could take the leftovers and enjoy them over the next few days.
The Indigenous were again engulfed in a new wave of joy.
With excitement and gratitude, they began picking out their favorite foods.
