I think my canoe will go though lots of loneliness and sacredness. So let me tell you the story. Once upon a time there was a little canoe. He was put in the buffalo river or should I say dropped off the bridge. After that he was set sail. The he was found bye a three year old girl. The girl showed her mom. Her mom said sorry honey but we have to put it back in the water. So after that he was set sail again. He had to go though waterfalls and rough rivers. But he finally made it to a old manՉs house but the bad thing was the man was mean. He put the canoe on his shelf for five weeks. Then he repainted it and kept him for another five weeks. Then he chopped him up for firewood.