I hope my canoe goes on a great journey. When I release it, it will flow softly, but wobbling a little, but nice and calm, and mellow awaiting its journey. The first day will be calm but also horrific. First, it will see some curious fish, some wondering what my canoe is and some fish not caring. Then, badness strikes, my canoe gets stuck on a branch near the water. About a week later a bird finds my canoe and picks it up, hoping it is something to build its nest. Then two minutes later the bird accidently drops my canoe back in the water, the river is Pelican River. About a week and two days later my canoe is on the Snake River. ItՉs almost to Winnipeg, then an old woman finds my canoe. The old woman goes to the website and said itՉs there in Old Mill State Park. Not very lucky for my canoe, but the old woman had a German Shepherd, put my canoe on the dining table and she went to take a nap.