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It's worth all those cold winter days, and months of darkness to experience the wonderful Canadian summer.
It is absolutely the nicest day of the year. I think it should be made a national holiday.
I remember one year I had been partying a bit too much the day before and I slept in and missed it. I will never make that mistake again.
I have the same problem for any number of occasions so I fixed that. I send myself and everybody in my contact list a auto-generated Jacquie Lawson E-card commemorating whatever event I need reminding of and you would not believe the lengths those folks go to making sure I am reminded in the most striking of fashions; usually with language not easily ignored or overlooked.
Canada has always been infamous for its cold climate. In the 1760's the French called Canada 'A few acres of snow' and 'a country covered with snows and ices eight months of the year, inhabited by barbarians, bears and beavers' . Link.
It appears to save themselves from having to shovel snow all the time the French traded Canada against a small tropical island: Guadeloupe (which had some sugar plants as a bonus).
Yeah but the worst part was that after making the trade; the French spirited away (to that new colony) the recipe for Caribou.
Unless you get the proportions of the deer's blood exactly correct in relation to the amounts of maple syrup, and a host of powerful liquors; all you end up creating is a potion that causes one to bay at the moon and lift your leg to pee against any standing object, with blindness and a tendency to stutter when singing 'Oh Canada' at hockey games the penultimate embarrassment.
It has been widely speculated that the Dutch Royal Family, while safely harbouring in Ottawa during the second world war (until Canada could liberate your tiny enclave from those beastly Nazi's), became thusly addicted, only being saved by the famous faith healer Greet Hofmans, the modern day equivalent to Rasputin the mad monk.
I'm sure you've noticed all of these symptoms present upon the citizens of Guadeloupe while visiting there from your "temporarily" below sea level Tulip garden in the NDL and attending any of their lacrosse or hockey games.
It appears to save themselves from having to shovel snow all the time the French traded Canada against a small tropical island: Guadeloupe (which had some sugar plants as a bonus).
Yeah, even in 1763 Renaults and Citroëns weren't good in the snow so the French wanted to save themselves that hassle.
Canada has always been infamous for its cold climate. In the 1760's the French called Canada 'A few acres of snow' and 'a country covered with snows and ices eight months of the year, inhabited by barbarians, bears and beavers' . Link.
It appears to save themselves from having to shovel snow all the time the French traded Canada against a small tropical island: Guadeloupe (which had some sugar plants as a bonus).
It wasn't really the shovelling of snow they were wanting to escape from when they traded for Guadeloupe. The real reason is because they became terrified and wanted to escape from Canada when some of their numbers became infected after close encounters with Canada's most terrifying taboo secret of the deep woods
........ the dreaded tribes of evil cannibalistic Wendigo monsters in the frozen north.
Once a person is bitten by a Wendigo they become cursed with the mental disorder called Wendigo psychosis (yes, it's a real medical disorder - see link below) and they develop a taste for human flesh and become a murderous cannibal. The only antidote or preventative for the horrible disorder is the potion called Caribou as mentioned above by Brusan. Unfortunately the poor French didn't realize they couldn't use Guadeloupe's sugar cane syrup as a substitute for real maple syrup when making the Caribou potion. To their great misfortune they ended up making an inferior product which when taken as a preventative or cure turns a person into the equally dreaded French-Canadian monster called LeLoup-Garou !!!! Thus the urge to bay at the moon and lift the leg to pee. But much worse, which Brusan was too polite to mention, still the desire remained to eat human flesh during the full moon. Oh, the horror, the horror of it all!
The Wendigo was gaunt to the point of emaciation, its desiccated skin pulled
tautly over its bones. With its bones pushing out against its skin, its
complexion the ash gray of death, and its eyes pushed back deep into their
sockets, the Wendigo looked like a gaunt skeleton recently disinterred from the
grave. What lips it had were tattered and bloody [....] Unclean and suffering
from suppurations of the flesh, the Wendigo gave off a strange and eerie odor of
decay and decomposition, of death and corruption.
-wiki
I had one of these coming around my chalet in Lanaudiere, but I kept feeding him plates of poutine, and now he looks all better. Better disposition, too.
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