I named my canoe Wolfy because he has a wolf on it. This is the story I can imagine for my canoe, I hope he will go to the Red River. He got stuck on a root coming out of the water and a chipmunk will climb in the canoe and ride it down the river. At first, he did not like the chipmunk but after a while they became friends.
So they floated down the river slowly and the chipmunk eventually wanted to get off, so he jumped off and swam back to shore leaving Wolfy alone. Wolfy felt so lonely, but then the fireflies came out he felt less lonely. He floated down the river and looked at a cabin nearby, it looked cozy and warm.
But he knew he couldnՉt stop so he decided to forget about it.
In the morning he listened to the birds and the crickets and watched the sunrise and began to fall asleep. When he woke up he noticed his journey was over and he drifted off into the Atlantic Ocean where his next adventure awaits.