Smookle, Bookle, and Pookle all sailed together to sea. Their boat was made of iron and the nails of infinity. "I've got to call my lawyer" said Pookle with a glance. "He owes me a thousand dollars and I need a small advance.' Bookle kept on rowing for he knew the shore was near. Sometimes I can almost see it when the weather becomes clear. "We're lost" said Smookle with a teardrop in his eye. "We've been this way for many a day and should be for a while". Don't let your spirits flag my lads there's darkness before dawn, Butt I've been on this nasty plank so long I think my pants have torn. So on they went the three of them never questioning their fate. Nature had thrown them a fish but taken away their plate. The sea grew restless with contempt how long can we go on? No one cares if we live or dive underneath this beating sun. Just then they spotted a clump of land before their bleary gaze. It's the garden of the Jeu Jeus full of fruits and maize. With one last gasp they pulled to shore, and fastened their boat to a tree. "There's everything we need my friends", said Bookle on his knees. Give thanks to he who made us all, for now we can live on. And Smookle, Bookle and Pookle danced with joy beneath the golden sun.