"I'm Canadian," Jack explained to the girls sitting at the table in the bar.
"Oh, you're from Canada?" one asked.
"Well, no..." Jack struggled to think of how he was Canadian. Maybe his mother had a brother who had moved to Canada? As he thought, he looked at a colorful, decorative fish moving across some grooves near the ceiling.
"Hmmm..." he said. "I guess I don't really know what I meant by that."
