Mr Elvis was always happy to attend his tribe meeting.
He eats and enjoy his favorite native food because it was always served in the meeting.
He married someone who is not from his tribe, so he hardly eats his native food.
Except when his is chanced to prepare it.
This short story is a 50 words microfiction story using 
Thank you very much for stopping by my blog to read my short story.
Which I haven't published for a while now.
