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An older blonde woman lived on a small farm in Canada, just yards away from the
North Dakota border. Their land had been the subject of a minor dispute between
the United States and Canada for years.

The now widowed woman, lived on the farm with her son and three grandchildren.

One day, her son came into her room holding a letter. "I just got some news, Mom,"
he said. "The Canadian government has come to an agreement with the people in
North Dakota. They've decided that our land is really part of the United States. We
have the right to approve or disapprove of the agreement. What do you think?"

"What do I think?" his mother said. "Sign it! Call them right now and tell them that
we accept! I don't think I could stand another one of those Canadian winters!"
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