It was Thanksgiving Day and the Doctor had nothing else to do since his companion Donna was spending Thanksgiving with some American cousins. So the Doctor travelled back in time to where the Pilgrims and Indians had their first Thanksgiving. The loud whooshing sound of the Tardis interrupted the sound of talking and eating. The Doctor stepped out and looked at the many faces of the Pilgrims and Indians who were looking at the blue box, surprised at his appearance.
"Hello and you are..." one of them said.
"I'm the Doctor. I'm a Time Lord. I'm from the planet Gallifrey in the constellation of Kasterborous. I'm nine hundred and three years old.. Hello."
"Interesting...would you like to sit with us?" a man said with a blank face like everybody else and his mouth slightly open.
"Well, if it's okay with you...well, if it's okay with all of you...well, if it's okay with me...oh what the heck let's allons-y!"
They all sat down enjoying their feast, then the Doctor said, "You know, you lot should do this every year."
And every year after the Doctor's visit, they had the same big feast, awaiting the Doctor's return.
