'Merde (poop)!' L'Oeuf (The Egg) swore. He was heading towards the falls. Marie, his canoe, was not behaving. He tried sweet talking her in French, whilst paddling like a madman, but still she would not turn from the precipice.
He was going to fall over the falls! Fall over falls?! Sacre bleu (dismay)! English was such a stupid, ridiculous language! It made no sense. Whoever had invented it must have been a crazy person. Sighing regretfully, Marie and L'Oeuf went over the edge, into the maelstrom of the falls. 'Maybe I should have sweet talked her in English?!' he screamed, as they splashed into the raging waters below.