TRAVEL
Jenna was skating on the famous Ottawa Rideau Canal, thirteen kilometres of frozen delight. Figure skaters twirled and swirled. Turbo-charged hockey players zoomed by her. Jenna glided cautiously, a tourist soaking up the playful atmosphere.
Suddenly, her skate pick caught the ice, throwing her down hard. Her right knee zinged with pain. A hero braked sharply and held out his arms.
"You need a beaver tail."
Confused, Jenna gratefully grabbed his hands and hung on to his arm as he guided her to a snack shack. He ordered drinks and delectable deep-fried cinnamon doughnuts, shaped like beaver tails. Perfect fix.
Suddenly, her skate pick caught the ice, throwing her down hard. Her right knee zinged with pain. A hero braked sharply and held out his arms.
"You need a beaver tail."
Confused, Jenna gratefully grabbed his hands and hung on to his arm as he guided her to a snack shack. He ordered drinks and delectable deep-fried cinnamon doughnuts, shaped like beaver tails. Perfect fix.
