You know, I can't really help myself from thinking about those wild tales that I have conjured up. Now, about the banana boat story...I was thinking of something like a canoe shaped in the form of a banana. However, I guess that an inflatable one would do, just for convenience purposes, except that in reality, it may not do well in certain conditions (i.e. wind, rough waves). I am pretty sure that it would silly for anyone to own one, however, to see one on the Avon River is a unique attraction. You know, in Stratford, anything can happen. So, here's my next fabrication:
So, anyway, certain fans know that Loreena McKennitt is into animals, but nobody knew that outside of Stratford, she lived on twenty-five acre farm, which included a couple of golden retrievers, a quarterhorse, some chickens and a rare purple Holstein cow (appropriately named Lavender), which she pulled out from a certain part of the Milky Way galaxy. One evening, Ms. McKennitt was looking up at the full moon above, when she heard Lavender, mooing in the barn. Of course, her dogs led the way. She spoke soothingly to the cow and then, to her surprise, she found a lone Canada goose, wearing some sort of frilly red coat and a strawberry-hued straw hat, nearby. Our heroine became startled and after catching her breath said, gently, "Oh, hello, you feathered friend. It's alright."
"Easy there, girl," the goose spoke up. "I got memory issues here."
"Oh, I'm sorry," McKennitt replied politely. "I didn't know that. So, what are you doing here in my barn?"
The goose explained that the barn door accidentally closed on that bird when she saw someone shutting it and at the moment was very frustrated at remembering the little poems that she used to tell the smallest of Canadian children in their cribs and preschools. Then, suddenly, the bird realized that he she had recognized Ms. McKennitt before, because McKennitt would sometimes fed the other geese, ducks and swans along the Avon River and practice on the harp in the park with just a few noticing that mysterious woman. She asked Ms. McKennitt to play some music, which the musician agreed. So, as soon as Ms. McKennitt got her harp and sang, Lavender began to prance around to her mistress's music and voice. Then, the cow galloped out of her stall and glided over the moon. So, on that very night, the dogs barked and bayed at the moon, the horse whinnied, the sheep bleated, the swine squealed and the chickens clucked. Just then, that Canada goose cried out:
"Wait a minute. I think that I got it! Hey, the fiddle be my Sharpie, Loreena on her harpy, the cow was over the moon. Her golden dogs howled to see such a spectacle just as all of nature was hearing her croon."
So, the bird, who is actually known as Mother Canada Goose, was grateful to Colonel McKennitt for the help. While the goose took off, Ms. McKennitt said, "Wait. How come you are leaving me with your wings and your waste? Is it really worth it? Sheesh."