Read the text below. It was a snowless Thanksgiving. We had a turkey, and Mom cooked it perfectly. We also had mashed potatoes, gravy, green beans, corn, cranberry sauce and pumpkin pie. It was a feast. I always think it's funny when Indians celebrate Thanksgiving. I mean, sure, the Indians and Pilgrims were best friends during that first Thanksgiving, but a few years later, the Pilgrims were shooting Indians. So I'm never quite sure why we eat turkey like everybody else. "Hey, Dad," I said. "What do Indians have to be so thankful for?" "We should give thanks that they didn't kill all of us." We laughed like crazy. It was a good day.

From: The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian: A novel by Sherman Alexie with art by Ellen Forney (Little, Brown, 2007)

Bonjour, quelqu'un pourrait me dire quels sont les mots transparents et aussi les personnages du texte (il y en a 3 ) dans ce texte s'il vous plait !
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