CookShine

 I stepped on to the old, dark wooded bridge.  The sun was setting and Canada was no where to be found. I sighed, thinking he would probably no make.  His meeting could be still going. It did seem very important after all. I looked over the bridge and saw some late fish swimming by. I'd smiled.        "Alaska!" Canada ran to me with a picnic basket in this right hand and a blanket in the other. "Alaska! Your early!" He ran on the old bridge, slowing down as he got to me. "Well, you said come at sunset and look it's sunset. The sun is going done." I told him. "I didn't realize, I had to be here after you get here."         "Oh, It's just