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O Canada!

“I suppose it’s not as easy as it used to be to sneak into Canada and never come back,” I sighed. The morning headlines, as was common these days, evoked horror and incredulity in equal parts. Coyote looked up from his book, he was rereading Ulysses. “Well,” he snorted, “karma, like science, is true whether you believe in it or not. In the end, all will be well. Still, I’d not mind a trip to Great Bear Lake, the blueberries should be coming on now and the fishing will be good. There are places up there known only to the grizzly bears, let’s see if we can find one.”  “Could we go via that interdimensional travel thing that you do?” I asked. “Sure,” he replied, “but don’t forget the bucket for the blueberries.”