I threw Call Of Duty WW2 into the Red River in East Grand Forks Minnesota. I named it because he has a call of duty to get to the sea and Norway. When I threw him into the water he went north for eight days and then he saw a small boat filled with people. Then Danyels picked it up and showed the walleye in the back. Then he gave it to Scot and Scot just gave it to Petty and it was relesed into the water. Then it could see Hudson Bay. Then it could see a deer run into an oak tree while a wolf was chasing it and a rabbit. Then when it crossed the Hudson Bay he went to Norway where he saw a dolphin and a blue shark staring at a little mouse. Then it got stuck in a log pile and broke his bow.. Then he got stuck in a rock pile on the dike until the flood. Then it made it to France where it stayed forever . . . . Until a little boy found it in his basement and repaired its bow and tip and stamped its name on its new metal bow. Then it was chucked in the water. Then it sailed to Italy and had some pasta before setting sail again. Then making it to the other side of Italy where a fisherman found it and put it in a museum because at that time it was 221 years old. My canoe was safe in the museum and lives there to this day.