My canoe will make it to Lake Winnipeg. I hope it sees a beavers home get destroyed in a flood and meets a bull moose. Along the way my canoes journey will be fun. We start at the Sheyyene and my owner toss me into the river but I hit a metal rusty pipe and part of my wood cracks. I have had a fun journey heading north so far but then I hear some wind pick up and a little bit of precipitation falls from the sky a bunch of crows start going around in a circle I know thats not good. I hear sirens in the distance A TORNADO Its coming my way my wooden heart is pumping a car picks up from the twister I get picked up I pass out. I wake up in a blur. Everything is all white but then I hear a voice would ya look at that eh bud. He picks me up. Mustve been from the twister. He said in a chuckling voice. Welcome to Lake Winnipeg He said. I cant believe it I had made it