The Evil Plot on Canada

It has been a while since I posted anything, so I figured I'd better. Com'on guys, you got to help me out with this! Anyway, not much has happened recently worth noting, so I had to delve back in my memory to tell a story. One I hope all will enjoy. And I shall call it, The Evil Plot on Canada.

Once upon a time in the magical land of Kit. Co. there lived a young farm boy. As luck would have it, this boy was assigned the task of cutting hay north of the duck ponds, along the Canadian border, for Gator. The intricacies of this job were not such as to hold captive large portions of ones brain. Even this boy’s feeble mind began wandering, and soon he was pondering about our docile neighbor to the north.

Ah yes, Canada! Not so very different from the US. However, we find the need to strictly regulate the border. I imagine it’s needed to inhibit entrepreneurs from taking advantage of the differing government regulations, and resulting price differences in goods. Anyway, this boy looked upon Canada in a good light….waterslides, cheap theatres, confusing intersections, Cold Beer at Rear stores (beer doesn’t float BTW), much good times had by all. A great break from the hustle and bustle of Kit. Co.

Anyway, this being a warm day, the boy’s water jug soon became a good friend. When the boy had drunk his fill, he was full of water. Stopping, the tractor at the north end of the field to stretch his legs, he breathed deep relishing the fresh fragrance of cut hay as it wafted by. He looked around for any border agents, and carefully scrutinized the presence of a hawk.

He crossed the border under the watchful eyes of raccoons, deer, and hawks. –the grasshoppers not being worth mentioning. Whose petulance has befallen us in times past to rape the land of its greenery and all else in sight. One year the infestation was so bad, they overtook a schoolyard coating everything in layers and layers of hoppers all chomping away at anything and everything. This infestation was so bad that the corner was named after the incident. This boy knew it as the corner where nobody stops however. But I digress….

The boy made his assault onto the Canadian farmer’s field unbeknownst to either government. The boy found it much the same there, but liked it and took great relief there. He returned to the tractor noticing the coyote slinking off to the west to tell the tale. Oh-well, this world will always be full of muckrakers.

Anyway, the moral of this story was clear in the boy’s mind. –It can be a great relief to have good neighbors.