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November in Canada sucks. There’s neither sun nor snow, no Thanksgiving, no Obamamania to call their own.

So what’s the best way to stick it to a month that’s gunning for your unhappiness? The Royal Agricultural Winter Fair, where you can watch, like, horses and … stuff.

zig, the Toronto-based agency entrusted with “[making] an agricultural and equestrian show sexy to city slickers,” came up with the ultimate anti-November manifesto, which, after all the doom and gloom, positions the Royal Fair as the ultimate pastime in a month when no fun can be found. Anywhere.

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