Thank you, Mr. Speaker. The highway troll was getting very frustrated but he did not want to waste his time on a middle-sized truck if there was an even bigger one to come. "All right. You may cross on my ferry," he grumbled, "Go and get bigger and I will tax you on your way back." The highway troll did not have to wait long for the third truckload north. Vroom, vroom, vroom! thundered the big engines as the big truck pulled onto the deck of the ferry, causing it to tilt to one side.

"Who is that rolling onto my ferry?" roared the highway troll. "It is the big truckload north," said the B-train loaded with fuel. "I am hauling fuel up to resupply the mines when the winter road is ready." "Oh, no you are not," said the highway troll, as he clambered onto the deck of the ferry, "Not until you pay the trip fee." "That is what you think," said the big truckload north. Then he blasted his horn, revved up his engines, flashed his running lights and busted the highway troll, up, up, up into the air and down, down, down went the highway troll. He landed right back in his chair in Yellowknife at the drawing board in the Cabinet room beside his friend, the finance troll.

-- Laughter

The big truckload north rolled down the road to Yellowknife, bumpy and windy as it was. Until the highway troll found a fairer way to collect the tax, anyone can cross the river and the roads without paying the highway troll.

Thank you, Mr. Speaker.