Michelle and I were waiting for a bus. Craig appeared, some young woman in tow. He was nervous, but he's always that way. Weaving and bobbing and stuttering and saying, "Huh-hey!" The woman that was with him seemed to be aping Craig's mannerisms, like a cartoon side-kick. I think she might have a crush on him.

"I have something for you," Craig said, "for the found section of your website. I found it at Algonquin College." He turned to his female companion. "I need my notebook. Do you have the notebook?"

"Notebook, notebook!" she said, digging through her backpack. "Notebook!" She handed it triumphantly to Craig.

Craig pulled a slip of paper from the book and handed it to me. "I have no idea what it means," he said.

Neither do I. To me, it looks like someone was practising their English skills. They chose some interesting sentences.

"The man abhored the feel of snakes."

"The explosion from the bomb caused intense heat miles miles miles miles miles mile..."

"The lifeguards on the beach were all muscular."

If you have any idea theories as to the origins of this piece of paper let me know.