Rumor has it that if you were to get past the murderous mannegishi lurking in the grasses, drift across the lake with nary a ripple (to avoid disturbing the kooshdakhaa) and you strike the stone tomb three times – at midnight – with a stick crafted from a mountaintop pine, you can awaken the bukwus, which will then rise, emaciated with hunger, hair blowing in the sudden breeze, and proceed to devour all life for miles around.

But we didn’t do that, as we were guests in Canada, and that would not have been polite.