||Amoz the canoe was decorated in colorful pictures of the wilderness and sent down the Red River for a long journey. He twisted, turned and flipped on occasion as he flowed north towards Lake Winnipeg. Around Drayton, Amoz flowed right into a massive beaver dam that was stationed along the right side of the river. For 5 days he swirled around the confined space with the beaver entering from time to time. To his fortune, a snowstorm passed by and sprinkled the land with blankets of powder. The snow on top of the dam became too heavy for the thin sticks of wood to hold and part of the dam broke. The current pushed Amoz out of the dam and rushed him north along the ice cold water of the Red. After 3 weeks of floating along the water, the cold, north winters froze him along the riverbank. For a month Amoz sat there looking and the birds and animals passing by. One day, a huge moose wandered effortlessly by and saw Amoz sticking out of the ice. The moose pounded the ice until it cracked and he grabbed Amoz in his mouth. Carrying him north along the riverbank, the moose gnawed on the ship as if it were food. The moose realized sooner or later that Amoz wasn’t in fact food but a simple ship so he dropped him in into a trimmed patch of grass. Amoz didn’t have the ability to move so he sat there for weeks on end until spring came and he was pushed back into the river by the thaw. The water in the river moved faster and faster until Amoz was thrown into Lake Winnipeg. He slowly moved north passing birds above him and fish beneath. As weeks began to feel like months, Amoz was scooped up and carried miles upon miles by a golden eagle. Pinned against the piercing claws of the eagle, Amoz wasn’t going anywhere until the eagle wanted him to. They flew for for what felt like months until the golden eagle dropped Amoz into the Nelson River. There, Amoz coasted along the water and passed the amazing wilderness of Manitoba. The journey felt as if it were slowing down for Amoz and he was unsure about where he would end up. Suddenly, Amoz started to notice that the riverbank was opening and the water was flowing into a gigantic area. He started to pass unknown animals like polar bears, wolves and even beluga whales. He had reached his final destination, the Hudson Bay. Amazed at the things he saw and experienced, Amoz knew that the 660 mile long journey from Grand Forks to past Port Nelson was all worth it.