Canada is a large,diverse land and may best be described as a cultural mosaic inhabited by a diverse plethora of ethnic groups.From the original aboriginal inhabitants,to the predominantly english speaking west,to the french speaking province of Quebec and,finally, the eastern most province of Newfoundland whose population still speak a variation of english similar to their irish ancestors,we find almost every group of mankind represented.......
As the clouds parted over the Grand Banks off the coast of Newfoundland a space ship hovered over an unsuspecting fishermen rowing his boat.While the fisherman sang "Ize the boyz who rows the boat" little did he realize that overhead two green aliens were discussing his fate.
"Zlog, lets have some fun!" muttered the little green alien as he peered down on the fisherman.
"No way!The last time I listened to you I was locked up for a Zlingyen light year!" his co-pilot replied to Zlig.
"Ah come on.Last time it was so much fun frying that earthling's brains".
(Unknown to the aliens the 43rd president of the United States did indeed survive the attack.)
With that Zlig proceeded to pull out the stun gun,set it at 1/4 brain evaporation and,aiming at the spot at the rear of the fisherman's head just below his hat,pulled the trigger.
"No Zlig!" uttered Zlog as the fisherman froze,comatose,for a period of 30 seconds.
"I'ze the boyz who rows the boat" began to trickle in over the microphone as Zlig,surprised at the durability of the earthling,set the gun to 1/2.
"Zlig,you will permanently damage the earthling's brain at that setting!".It didn't matter for he had already pulled the trigger.The blast threw the fisherman into the rear of the boat,knocking him out for a full two minutes.
"I'ze the boyz that rows the boat" once again began to trickle in over the microphone.Zlig was now on a mission to subdue this creature as he increased the setting to 3/4 and blasted the poor unsuspecting Newfoundler into oblivion.Smoke rose from his head as the fisherman was unconscious for a full 5 minutes.
"I'ze the boyz that rows the boat".
Enraged,his single yellow eye bulging from his green head,Zlig set the stun gun to max.
"No Zlig,you will entirely remove the earthling's brain at that setting" screamed Zlog as a flash of lighting emanated from the alien spaceship to the rowboat in the waters below.The blast once again knocked the fisherman into the rear of the boat, flopping like a fish and smoke billowing from his ears like a freight train.
The fisherman then lay quite still in the rowboat as the aliens fought in the space ship above.
Then,at first very faintly, and ,as he got up and began to row,the fisherman began to sing.
The aliens were utterly astounded that a creature could function without a brain