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Our journey begins in the Red River. An 11 year old boy painted me and dropped me in the river with hopes that I will make it to Lake Winnipeg. For good luck he named me Hopes. Just a few minutes into my journey I was startled by a school of catfish that knocked me around and almost made me stuck on the riverbank. For days I just kept floating North while enjoying the sunrises and sunsets. I was floating peacefully when a beaver grabbed me and brought me to his colony's dam where he shoved me in between two large logs. A week passed while thinking to myself that Ill be stuck here forever when the river flooded and a big rushing wave broke the dam apart. Im free I yelled as I made my way to Lake Winnipeg.