I was on my way to catch the ferry the other day, when I came across this seagull perched majestically on a pole, looking like it knew the answer to everything.
So I said "Seagull, explain me this; how can something as horrible as Harperland happen in a place as beautiful as Canada?"
And the wise old bird, with the beady yellow eyes, replied: "It's a long story, nobody cares, and I don't either." And flew off.
