A Thanksgiving feast with a Dog.

Long had this event been planned, and looked forward to. A day where one would stuff their faces without consent of others, a holiday where the political figures would tax their ways into the market, to leech off of habits of countless families. What a simple way of extorting money from the locals, to dangle the objects of tradition in their faces until wallets were emptied hopelessly into the large market. Large Turkeys, butchered for only the purpose to be eaten by a higher bidder. People, one after the other, lining up to wait, and wait, and wait for their order to be put through. Then, to wait even longer to eat what they had bought that day. Any intelligent family would wait until darkness arose and the holiday was almost over, where some of the people had already bought their Turkeys and left, meaning that most of the wait had passed by, not to mention the risk of the Turkey not tasting as great because of its sitting in a freezer for a few weeks bypassed for the simple solution of not concerning themselves with purchasing a many year old tradition: Thanksgiving. Yet things were to be different this year.

The soft, splashing sound of water on shore, easing into the beginning strips of a small beach. Rocks nowhere to be seen edging the lake, it was logical this was a somewhat new lake. The water remained clear, yielded plenty of fish to catch, sometimes a spying man would see one jump from the waters for a moment. The forest surrounding the small lake held plenty of Animal life such as Deer, Bears, Chipmunks, Squirrels, and such. The brilliant rays of the Sun gleamed down onto the water, like a curtain raising did it reveal a boat. A white clothed stranger casting a fishing line into the pond, moments later pulling out another fish. Behind him was a large pile of fish of all kinds of species, ready to be cooked and then eaten. Had he been here for hours? Maybe days? Yet still he cast his line, adding more fish one by one to his already large pile.

To his curiousity, the boat began to tip one way. He looked behind him, to finally notice the large pile behind him. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped, water pouring from his throat as if the sight caught his attention, and made him that much hungrier. His belly growled with warning, it was finally time to eat.

"This is...... Going to be one hell of a feast!"

It had been a long time since he planned this Thanksgiving holiday. The slow rocking of the waves casting an almost hypnotic feeling of bliss, it was not easy to stay awake under the circumstances. His eyes began to close, as the boat slowly began to move towards shore. He realized his weariness right away and retracted the fishing rod, putting it beside him after reeling it in. His legs already crossed, he tucked each of his hands into opposing sleeves, lowered his head, and began to rest.

He awoke with a start, his boat beginning to shake in warning. His eyes widened and he looked about, not daring to move lest he risk tipping the boat further. If it flipped, he would lose his food! That's when he noticed something beneath the waves, straight ahead of him. The ripples continued to approach, closer and closer, until whatever the thing was darted beneath the water. Izuna looked forward in attempt of searching for whatever it was, he did not dare to go into the water to find out for himself. That's when a large green form ascended from the water, its small arms grabbing the front edges of the boat and its large upper scaled form falling into the boat. The thing was a medium-sized Gator. In panic, the dog man began to scramble for the sword in its scabbard, yet before this moment of acting, before even the metal gleamed against the sunlight as its blade were exposed to the rays, something spoke to him.

"Gimme."

The man stopped for a moment, looking down at the Gator that had landed in his boat. Did this animal just say 'gimme'? As if in response, it spoke the same word once again. The only thing Izuna could do was stare wide-eyed at the creature. He reached behind him and grabbed one of the fish from his pile, placing it in front of him. And of course, the Gator grabbed the fish with its snout, and ate it right away. Its tail sank within the water and began to move at a rapid rate, slowly moving the boat directing towards the shore behind Izuna. Was this the Gator's way of thanking the doggish fellow?

Within moments he was at the shore, the Gator climbing sluggishly out of the boat, yet not returning to the water. The Doggish man grabbed a large net and began scooping in all of the fish he had caught, doing so would take a normal man at least ten minutes to scoop this many fish into a net of this size. Sure it was large, but Izuna noticed that within moments it was nearing full capacity. It became clear continuing to stuff this thing would maybe cause it to snap? He'd be desperately off schedule if he had to take these things to the camp by the handful! Again, the Gator crept forth, opened its mouth, and spoke.

"Gimme."

Obviously it was wanting to take care of the extra weight, so Izuna shrugged and motioned towards the still large pile. The Gator began to eat them one by one, Izuna persisting to sneak off in the process, hoping the animal wouldn't follow him.

By the time he reached the camp, the sun had set and nighttime was already here. Izuna put down the net full of fish onto a long table before sitting down on one of the many chairs, and relaxing. It was a long table full of chairs, there must be at least thirty chairs on each side of the table. This was just in case a lot of people showed up. And as its host, the dog man took the set at the front, a somewhat taller chair made specifically so people would be able to see him clearly, even if they were far away.

And so midnight approached, one more day closing in on the Thanksgiving day.