Hi! Let me tell you a story of a canoe. Once there was a little canoe. My owner was launching me out onto the Buffalo River, and then I realized I was probably not going to see her ever again. She was my favorite in the world, or so I thought. Well I was ready, but I didnՉt want to be so I could stay longer with Alexis (my owner). I was floating past fields, cities, and houses. I was sad to leave Alexis. I found some friends along the way, frogs, snakes, fish, birds, and fresh water and salt water animals. I went through lots of different kinds of water, calm, smooth, steady, rough, rocky, rapids, cool, cold, hot, and still. I was determined to make it to the Pacific Ocean, and I did! TheyՉre as a ten-year-old girl that found me floating when she was in her boat. She dove off and saw what I was, but she didnՉt keep me though because a shark ate her. That was the end of her (very sad for her family). Well 10 years later a young woman and took me then put me back. She thought she couldnՉt do anything with me, she did repaint me though. I kept floating and floating, until the paint wore off and then I molded and rotten. That was the end of me.