When I was a little kid I always dreamed of Norway and what it is like there. So I whittled a little canoe that was as small as a toy canoe. I hoped it would go to Norway and see the Vikings. My first attempt was unsuccessful as the bears ate him and he died. Next I made a new one with triangles and Norwegian phrases in each one. I went to the Middle River and I launched it. That Norwegian canoe saw 100 different kinds of fish. It saw a northern eat another northern. I guess you could say it was a cannibal. It faced its first danger when it saw a stick. It tried to say hi but the stick slapped at it. My canoe thought that was rude. Then it saw a racoon washing its food. My canoe tried to help it but it realized he was unable to assist having no arms. The racoon picked the canoe up and used it as a toy. My canoe played fetch with him for a little while but then the racoon tired of the game and put him back in the water. Eventually the canoe reached the Red River and it was happy. After some time on that river it then hit the Nelson River. It got tangled in some cattails. My canoe had no choice but to get help from a frog. He felt so embarrassed. He then saw some geese. He managed to get on the back of a goose and took a flight to Hudson Bay. My canoe and I are so happy that we reached our first goal. After getting to Hudson Bay it floated out to the ocean. Unfortunately there was a hungry shark who mistook the Norwegian canoe for something to eat and the canoe got split in half. Amazingly the damaged canoe managed to make it to Norway and meet some Vikings. They accepted my canoe into the tribe and called him HalfBody. That was quite an adventure