| Dream |
I made a small canoe out of wood. I painted it and cared for it just like a mother would with her child. I couldn’t come up with a name. I thought and thought until I could no longer think. I gave up and threw the canoe into my garbage. As I walked into my room, I saw a poster, it said “King Frontenac died over 103 years ago.” “Frontenac” I said to myself. Something about that name is making me think of my canoe. “Frontenac it is,” I said. I sent Frontenac up the Red River in Grand Forks, hoping it will make it to the Hudson Bay. I saw it go and go, slowly up the river until I could see him no more. Frontenac was now by the old mill. A mother wolf with her pups are walking down the bank hoping to see something to feed her young. The mother wolf spotted Frontenac and raced into the water to retrieve it to her young. She pulls it out of the water and heads down the bank with it in her mouth. Then a goose comes and quickly snatches Frontenac out of the wolf’s mouth with one great pull. The goose flew high into the sky with Frontenac in its beak. The goose flies north with Frontenac still in its beak. Then the goose loses grip and drops Frontenac, falling toward the bank of the river. Frontenac land with a hard landing. A duck happens to be swimming by and spots Frontenac. The duck mistakes Frontenac as one of her ducklings and helps Frontenac back into the water. With the help of the duck to guide Frontenac along the river it can now get to the Hudson Bay. Frontenac makes his way into the Hudson Bay. I was watching T.V. until the news comes on and it had an article titled “A small wooden canoe ends up into the Hudson Bay.” I was overjoyed when I saw the news. Where will he end up next? I asked myself. Where? |
