Canadians and their puppets

This could be a text about Canadian short film making.

This could also be a text about dolls, puppets, and mannequins, as appears in these three featured short films.

I chose it to be about the love child between Sasquatch and Wendigo, the pulp of Canada.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the Wendisquatch.
This massive stature roams the never-ending pine infested lands. Its fur, a tapestry of shadows, echoing the enigmatic depths of the forest, and antlers that reach for the heavens crowns its head.
It’s an otherworldly grace, embodying the essence of both its mythical parents, the eerie hunger of the Wendigo and the gentle wisdom of Sasquatch. In the moonlit glades, where legends are written in the rustling leaves, the Wendisquatch roams, a guardian of the mystical nexus between the primal forces that shape the wild, a living testament to the union of two legendary beings.