There Goes The Neighborhood

       They came with giant canoes that could fit hundreds of people. They looked unusual, nothing that i have ever seen before, tall and white in skin. They spoke in a weird language and had an usual form of scripture. I first saw this scripture of the side of their great canoes, it said "Santa Maria", nothing that i have heard before. Curious they where, poking around trees and bushes as if they haven't seen this type of plant. The white folk took birds, rodents, and other animals; they put them in cages and examined them. As they where taking our native animals, they released unusual creatures of their own into the wood. We stayed hidden for the time being and watched closely as these people roam around and venture into our land.
        A day goes by and the white folk seems to be establishing a settlement near the shore where the great canoes where beached. We decide to interact with these people and greet them with open arms, they seem to be nice... we where wrong. As we came to greet them, they started yelling and pointing at us. Screams in their language was everywhere and the white folk started to run after us with nets and weapons. We ran back into hiding but they kept coming after us from everywhere... I lost a good friend that day.
       Years went by and they brought chaos from their homeland; more and more great canoes came carrying more of their kind. They brought disease and death with them, our riches where stolen right from our hands. They brought war upon our land, fighting with guns and cannons; it was chaos brought upon our land... There goes the neighborhood.