When the Mayflower reached the Americas, the Puritans were astonished to discover towering buildings lining the shore, a city far more prosperous than London, and local people with yellow skin singing and dancing as if celebrating some festival.
A friendly young woman who happened to be passing by cleared things up for them.
"You came to the right person! Nobody understands this place better than I do!"
"Indian tribes? It's called America now, the United Chieftaincies of America. The king is Su Yu. Haven't you heard of him?!"
"A traditional festival? No, this is Thanksgiving, just established by King Su Yu. We're giving thanks to Washington, Lincoln... but most of all, to me! Without our tireless, selfless efforts, how could America be as great as it is today?"
"My name?" The girl smiled sweetly, her golden bob swaying in the breeze. "Donald! Remember it. I'm the greatest president!"
