Tales of Finnigan Leblanc: Prince of Mushrat

He never drank water. "It's got no taste," he said. "Same with air. No taste. I wouldn't breathe it, if I didn't have to," he snorted.

Anna explained to Clancy that Baskatong was the name of the region, the settlement, the lake, and the river. And that in Algonquin it means, "the one who growls," because of the sound the ice made in the winter when it shifted and cracked and rumbled.

Y'know, I wouldn't take a million dollars for me memories, but I wouldn't give a nickel to go back!

The fish are so hungry there, they always said that you had to hide behind a tree just to bait your hook.

That's what I didn't like about chickens. They were too hard to train. They'd lay their eggs on your pillow or in your boots, if you let them. And I didn't like to swat them with the broom for fear of breakin' tomorrow's breakfast.

By the look of Canada's Food Nutrition Guide tacked on the wall at the school, me diet was a bit top-heavy with whole grains. That's the trouble. When you know how to read, you have to take in the bad news along with the good.

When you're weeding, the best way to know if you are pulling a weed and not a valuable plant is this: if it came out easy it was your vegetable.

When planting the seeds, I always remembered the Gardener's Rule of Four:
One for the blackbird,
One for the crow,
One for the cutworm,
One for to grow.

When I'm in a situation where I'm not sure of what to do, I always walk away. That way I stay out of trouble and away from The Stress.