Canada, a lush land of rolling hills and bright, glistening prairies. Our mountains reach out and touch the clouds while dividing our Westernmost provinces. Thousands of twisting, beautiful rivers and streams shine and flow to connect our vast, wonderful lakes. From North to South, and East to West this extremely large country is all that is great and bring-a-tear-to-your-eye beautiful in this world.
We aren't all the stereotypes like the world so believes about us. "Eh" is not a word that comes after every one of our sentences, however it is used in every sentence that does not end in a long "A" sound. After hooking up the dog sled in the morning we feed our 700 pound polar bears with the leftover seal blubber from last night's meal. We don't have penguins like many may think; it's too cold for them here. We all live in igloos and all play professional hockey and since there are only a few hundred of us we know everyone by name. We can only count to three, that's why there are 3 periods in hockey; 3 goals are a hat trick; and there are 3 teams in the West and 3 in the East. The only thing that interests us are hockey and beer. We learned everything we know from Don Cherry who we also see as the Pope of Canada. This is what it truly means to be Canadian. EH
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