ITS HERE ITS FINALLY HEEEEEEEEEEEEEERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(for being a great great great great grandmother, she's in pretty good shape to be up and about, baking us a pie)
Baumhaeuer (original)
Here is the story:
My great-great grandmother was a German settler in Cassdorf, a town in Michigan (founded 1845). Back when this happened, most everyone lived on a farm out in the woods, as did she. Once, when she was home alone with her 9-month-old girl, she had a loaf of bread she had baked sitting out on an open window sill to cool. She then saw and Indian man coming up to the house. She was very frightened about what he might do to her and her daughter. What he did was walk up to the window take the bread, and leave. She thought that would be the end of it, but then the Indian came back a couple of days later with a bag of venison, which he left on the window sill from which he had taken the bread.
abgemacht
This is a true story:
My great-great-great-grandmother lived in a town in Michigan. Don't remember the exact town, but it did rhyme with lasagna. This was back when Indians still freely roamed in Michigan. One day, my grandmother paced a loaf of bread on the windowsill to cool. An Indian walked up, took the bread, and left. My grandmother was very nervous because she had a 9 month old daughter and didn't know if there was going to be trouble. A couple days later, though, the Indian came back and placed a deer on the windowsill in return for the bread.
tt614
This is a true story:
My Great-great-great grandmother lived in Michigan during the time where Indians were still around. One day she baked a pie for her nine month old Daughter and placed it on the windowsill. An Indian then walked up and took the pie, leaving my grandmother in shock. The next day the same Indian came back and put a deer on the windowsill for the pie.
Thucydides
The following is a true story:
My great great great grandmother lived in Michigan. When the Indians were still around. So one day she was at her house baking a pie for her daughter. She set it out on the windowsill to cool, but just then an Indian brave came up and took the pie. My great great great grandmother was very upset, but a few days later there was a dead deer laid outside her house, presumably by the brave in exchange for the pie.
The end.
ConservativeMan
The following is a true story:
My great great great grandmother lived in Michigan a long time ago. One day, she was baking a pie for her daughter, when an Indian brave came along and took the pie. She was very sad, but a few days later, she found a dead dear in front of her cabin, presumably in repayment for the pie.
The End
largeham
The following is a true story:
My great great grandmother lived in Michigan a long time ago. One day, she was baking a pie for her daughter, when an Indian came along and took the pie. She was quite sad, but a few days later, she found a dead deer in front of her cabin, presumably in payment for the pie.
Mr. Yuck
One day my great great great great great Grandmother was making a pie for me. She set the pie out on the windowsill to cool. Meanwhile an Indian came and stole the pie from the windowsill. A few days later a dead dear appeared on our doorstep. Maybe it was payback for the pie.
Jman777
It was my great great great great grandmas birthday. To celebrate, we baked an pole pie. We out the apple pie on the windowsill and an Indian came and stole it. Then a week later, a dead deer was in our porch.
Svenson
It was my great great great great grandma's birthday. We baked an apple pie. We put the pie on the window sill and a Indian came and stole it. We found a deer dead on the front porch.
rayNimagi
My great great great great grandmother baked us a pie. We put it on the windowsill and some Indians stole it.
Fasces
My great great great great gandmother baked us a pie and put it on the windowsill. Then some indians ate it.
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