In a land called Hierophant there was a ram called Ewan.Something of a talent, he had tried many original and novel ideas with great success and now he had come up with an ambition to become a world explorer.
His many friends encouraged and stood behind him. Ewan, mistaking their enthusiasm for intelligent consideration, was swept away with his plans.
All he needed was a boat and an imagination for the possibilities.
As luck would have it, on the stillest of evenings, under the light of a full moon, a boat washed ashore.
Ewan's friends gathered round while he scuttled on board. His hooves slippery and rattling against the boards of the boat's bottom.
At last he sat while his friends gave him their farewells. Not for a second did he mistake their "bahs" for nay-saying.
Finally, ready to commence his journey, he took a last look at the crowd gathered in the beach and realised that just as there were no hands in that dumb mob to raise in farewell, he too lacked hands to put to the task of rowing.