Here is a story I made from the perspective of my canoe. My canoe's name is The Flying Leviathan. The story is what I want my canoe to see and where it ends up. All I remember was being thrown from a bridge. Now I am traveling down the Red River. Ive seen deer beavers and too many fish but overall it's been a boring ride so far. After a long long long journey I realized I was stuck in a branch. Then someone picked me up and threw me on my way. If that person wasn't there I mightve never gone anywhere else After months months and more months I made it to the Hudson Bay. It seemed impossible that I only got stuck once on this journey. From there on it was just more and more boring. Boats would see me pick me up then send me on my way. But that happened too many times to count so it became repetitive and boring. Then one morning I woke up and someone was picking me up. He inspected me for a long while then said Well youre in Ireland alright. and right then I knew that my journey was over.