Disclaimer:

I don't own Thanksgiving. Nor do I own Twilight. --cries--

A/N: Happy Thanks Giving!!!!

Ok. I'm letting you all in on a very personal inside joke with my friends and I. Rolling Bear, don't tell them I'm showing you this but I just had to write it. The rest of the story will be done hopefully before 3. Enjoy. -epic native American music plays to set the mood-


The end of November was approaching meaning one thing. Thanksgiving.

Billy Ephraim Black was the quileute reservation's charity case. With his squeaky rust encrusted wheels and sloppy means of traveling, Billy Black was also a hopeless cause. If you hadn't already guessed, Sir Billy was permanently confined to a wheel chair. Because of his, well...disability,Billy wasn't just some creeper with longer hair than Bella's who went around flapping his arms at his embarrassed teenage son and his holly jolly friends. Oh no, Billy was so much more.

Now every year the women of the quileute Reservation would pitch in to help the otherwise helpless paraplegic elder.

They would bring the meat from their husbands fall hunt and prepare them for the black family. Both Jacob and Billy would have food for weeks. But the mystery of how the Blacks got the biggest, freshest, bird the reservation has seen when no one could go out due to 5 feet of snow, remained unsolved. This is the story of the brave Rolling bear and the valiant wolf boy.

PART ONE: Emmett

"C'mere Boy, Jake, Jakey!" Billy whistles. Appearing at the sound of billy's musical mouth, a tall, fun-size- i mean, over- sized boy towers over his the man by nearly three feet. shadow's from the boys figure darken the elders skin, partially obscuring the wrinkles that formed from the dopey smile plastered on his face. The boy, though patient, wears an expression of annoyance on his face as he waits for his father's command."

"Hey, Jake, can you fetch me a can of soda? Gota get my sugar up!" Billy says. Silence falls over the room and Jacob black still stands there as looking constipated. In a swift movement, Jake exits to the kitchen and in mere seconds back with a coke. The water cascading down the outside of the can has evaporated due to the mutt-i mean the boy's heat. As Jacob bends down to hand his father the drink, Billy's hand finds the top of Jake's head and ruffles his shaggy black hair playfully. When he's done, Jake stands back vibrating ever so slightly. It was a mixture of things that set the boy off.

dad calling him boy.

2. The whistling

3. The whole 'fetch me this' thing

4. The hair ruffling.

5. The fact that the love his life was parading around holding hands with a vampire. But well, that one is kinda inconsequential but you get the point.

"Dad. I, for the umpteenth time. Am not. A dog." The enquiring look that Jake receives from his father says other wise. A second passes and russet fur explodes out of the boys skin. Standing in the place of the boy is a rather large, mutant looking wolf.

And so begins the epic journey of Rolling bear and Wolf boy.[a record rips and the yellow walls of the small house melt away and are replaced with a bright sky blue of a child's room ]

"Wolf boy? You name me wolf boy!"

"Jake, Please, your interrupting the story. Nessie and I are in the middle of a tale. Now you can go outside and party with nature or you can just sit and enjoy the rest of the stor-" I was trying to get my point across so Nessie and I can get back to the story but of course, wolf boy needs to interrupt me.

"What the hell Emmett? Wolf boy!?"

I place a finger over my lips trying to silence him. "Language please! There's a child in this room!" I announce, appalled. To keep Nessie from hearing his spur of obsanities I cup both her ears with my mammoth sized hands. Brown, 'what are you doing' looking eyes find mind. I make a face, stick my tongue out...and a bell like laughter escapes Renesmee.

"And by child, you mean you-right Emmett?" says the surprise at the door in a high soprano voice.

"Ha. Ha. Very funny Alice." I said throwing up my arms in a surrender.

"Hey wolf boy" Alice giggles in the general direction of Jacob Black which only earns her a groan.

"Shorty! Come on. not you to. Em just dissed an old, helpless poor little man who's confined to a wheelchair and is calling him names." Jacob, thinking he's all macho, decides to have a staring contest.

Guess who one! Moi. Vampires don't have to blink.

"Jake, I want to hear more of the story, let uncle Em finish." Nessie quiet voice scolds her future husband. Ah, my poor lil niece, someday to become Mrs. Wolf boy. sigh. I Look down at Nessie, Half a smile and Half a frown on my lips. And then, I look back at Jacob, fluttering my eyelashes with an angelic expression that practically screamed innocence written all over my face.

"Purrty Please Jake. I want to hear the rest of the story!" I say, throwing on my old southern accent. Might as well put the bonnet and the lipstick on me now. Wait, do people still even wear bonnets....?

"Alice, Come on! you can't let him keep going with that horrible fake Indian accent. Please just get him to stop!"

Alice of course, who was scanning the future (she learned how to maneuver around the whole hybrid disappearing thing) and must of saw something for she, without hesitation said, "Okay!"

Instantly, I began to protest, but Alice held up her palm to stop me. "No Emmett. It's my turn to tell the story."

Hmm, well, she better make it interesting. As Alice opens her mouth, the scenery changes back into the small living room of the black residence.


Part 2 will be up soon. Depends if I finish before I leave or after I leave for Thanksgiving. REVIEW REVIEW SO I CAN UPDATE!! Thnks!!!