She tried the green flannel shirt on yet again, but alas, it still fell below her knees. Were all Canadians really tall and really big, or did they have shoulder booster packs that allowed them to wear such clothing? She knew she had to look the part or those Canadians, the suspicious lot they were, would haul her off to what they called a jail. Viv shuddered at the thought of being paraded down trendy Montreal in an unfashionable ‘American’ T-shirt, especially as her French was so rusty!
Hmm…though maybe if she acted quickly at the border and assured them that she was visiting a friend? Especially as she was visiting DragonWench, who (everyone knows) wanders around in skimpy dragon getting gear all day long. Ah Canada, the land of the odd!
With a sigh she decided to study her book of the Canadian language so she wouldn’t be caught off guard. Looking around she found the slightly dusty book under her bed, with a rabbit nibbling happily on it.
“No Eddie, No! Bad Bunny!!”
The rabbit paused for a second before deciding the shirt lying crumpled nearby on the floor was a better option.
With another sigh Viv rationalized clothing with holes was not such a bad thing, and began studying her book. The Chapter titled ‘’Aye’ and it’s many uses’ was going to prove troublesome.*
That’s right, A pretty short notice thing, but I’m heading up to Canada to visit DW tomorrow! Wish me luck! Also, if you have any advice as to how to deal with those odd Canadians, please let me know, I hear they’re worse than those people who live next to Bloodstalker… (i.e. HighLordDave)
