Once upon a time there was a little island in the middle of the St Lawrence River. One day the fog started  rolling across the water and the little island looked like it was in the clouds.

This small island becomes surrounded very quickly and almost looked like it is sitting in ice.

A small boat went by the little island using it as a marker to get across the water safely.

The little island was almost lost in the fog. You could barely see the little island.

Then this big giant plume of fog rolled across the water and went across the little island and onto the shore.

It rolled onto towards the Pavilion.

And soon you couldn’t see the docks.

Even the larger boats were having trouble getting to shore.

And then within an hour the fog lifted and the river was clear. The Pavilion was clear.

And the little island was again visible and all was good again on the river.

The End.

Faux Farm Girl

Ann