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by Hannah W.
Ohio, WPTD/WPTO
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It was a stormy night! Elizabeth was busily sketching in her bunk. It was
November 10, 1620. The Mayflower was tossing in the wind. Just then,
Elizabeth felt a tap on her shoulder. "It is time for supper."
"Yes, Mother. What are we having?"
"Tonight we are having stew!"
"Stew! Why are we having stew!"
"Because tonight is your brother's birthday. Will you please go fetch him?"
"Yes, Mother."
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