(Epilogue)

Labrador, Canada

The overweight man trundled in to the small RCMP dispatch station. His hair was a mess and he was rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and he entered.

"McGilary I can still taste the stale Jockey Horse in me mouth, what is so hasty to wake me before d' cock cries!"

"Well b'y on account of dem Mi'kmaq, past yon, the explosion, you memba b'y?"

"Ya b'y right nutter, on account of Miss. Doughtigin mower devil. Ting"

"Well b'y would ya be gawking if I taken up some ting such? Took three moose tranqs to fall h'm side a ways"

"G'Wan b'y!!"

It was at that moment the door burst open, and a particular woman entered. She was wear a tight fitting grey pant suit , and her hair was done up in a tall bee hive hairdo. The two Newfoundlanders stood agape, she spoke with a Quebecois accent. "Allors boys, right mausey day up"

The men responded in unison, "ya B'y"

She flashed an identity card too quickly for the still dosing pair to read. "Je m'appelle Rene Descartes, I am an agent for the CSIS Paranormal Occurrences Division. I am here to take control of the specimen, you both must leave! Tout Suite! Out out out!!!" She urgently ushered them out the door and closed it. The men were so discombobulated they failed to notice the antler poking outside of the outrageous wig.

Rene slowly walked to the room where the beast was being, held still unconscious from the tranquilizers. "Jean Jean Jean what are we going to do about you?"