The day I had my first poutine...

The day i had my first poutine was a day in which the rain poured down on the deserted streets without having the intention to stop. It poured and poured and the streets went blank, all the squirrels climbed (or more like ran) up the trees to keep themselves safe, all the people and insects and animals who couldnt climb or fly were afraid they would drown...until suddenly a boat came floating into the kingston streets, a boat which seemed to be the saviour to all of us. I was outside and my shoes were wet and i didn't care much cause they were sandals anyways -you know, they dry in a splitsecond- but there was a ladybug on my leg which had lost a wing and that ladybug desparately needed my help. There was also a birdnest in my hair and even though i had the idea that it would never get that far, i wanted to be sure that those cute little fluffy chicks would be safe. So when the boat passed by the street where i was standing with my wet sandals and the birdnest with two baby chicks, i climbed on board. It was a most extraordinary boat. It seemed...like a snackbar. Wait, it *was* a snackbar. In the midst of all this terrible climatechange-like-downpour, the boat which saved us was a floating canadian snackbar. What a business concept! Interesting was, that they didn't sell any normal snacks. They didn't sell french fries like i was used to in my wet little home coutry, but instead they sold something called poutine. "p-p-p-outine", muttered the ladybug into my ear, where it had crawed into to stay dry. "I would love some lovely canadian poutine. It's the only thing that makes me feel proud of Canada. That, and the floating snackbars." Even though that seemed like quite a strange thing to be proud of, i figured i'd better humor the little thing ( I mean, it *was* hiding in my ear, and it tickled terribly) and i ordered a small portion. The guy behind the counter put some fries into a plastic cup...my mouth started to water until the guy (most inexpectedly, though the ladybug hummed happily in my ear) got a big spoon, and -oh horror- put a thick layer of gravy on top of the fries, and he finished it off with some fresh cheese curds. Then he grabbed another handful of fries, pushed it on top of the ones which were already there, puhed them down violently so that it would fit into the cup, and again topped it up with the horribly unpleasant gravy-curd-combination.

"yummm" buzzed the ladybug, who turned out to be able to fly after all, and she flew on top of the poutine and started to slobber it all up. I was kind of pissed at her for that, because she fooled me in that sense, but when she payed for the poutine we were ok again.

"you should taste it", she said, and because she payed -and she was a talking ladybird- i gave it a shot and put a forkfull in my mouth.

"Ugggg" I thought, but i didn't say it out loud-so as not to hurt the ladybird's canadian pride-she was from Quebec. It was exactly as unpleasant as it looked. I enclosed a picture to give you an idea. Fortunately the ladybird didn't ask me to have another bite, seeing that the two little chicks had already started eating it and it was almost finished and the ladybird wanted to have as much for herself as possible.

Anyway. The flood ended and the boat put me off in front of my house.

It was quite a nice day, nontheless.