My canoe will try to go South American. One afternoon a little canoe went into the Buffalo River. I was ready for sea. I dropped into the river. First I went throw a swamp then I floated past a bear, buildings, fields and Ohio. I was happy. The water was smooth and cool. I was fearless. There was a boy that picked me off the water. He read the note and so he put me back in the river. Two months later I was there.