My canoe's name is Cristenaldo Renolado. I hope my canoe makes it all the way to Hudson Bay. If he does, that would make me feel so happy. Once upon a time there was a boy who colored a canoe, and then threw it in a Red River in East Grand Forks, MN. His dream was for it to reach Hudson Bay. So let the real story begin. He was right about to hit Buffalo River, and then an eagle swoops down and picks him up and screeches something like ՉSiouxyՉ then drops him. A few days later he finds himself in a current heading straight for a waterfall that turns out to be Niagara falls. He knew there was nothing he could do. So he was near the falls, but then the same eagle swooped down and picked him up. It actually was just faking it and dropped him straight into the falls. Little did he know there was current under the falls. He was underwater for two hours and fifteen minutes. When his owner heard the news that a little canoe was found in Hudson Bay, he was all over the place.