They were innovative. They made a bicycle out of crocodiles. That had not been done before. The resulting bicycle had deficiencies from a bicycling point of view, but it was a bold new concept, and was certainly outside the parameters of the box that everyone talks about. They went further. They made an umbrella out of the ironic point of view in the works of Tolstoy. It was such a striking way to rethink the umbrella that everyone had to have it. The recipients came out wetter than they otherwise might have, but they got wet in a Tolstoian way that pleased them nonetheless. They, meaning the builders, then went further and made a suspension bridge from the blank spaces characteristic of traditional suspension bridges. Once the cars were plucked from the river, we praised them, and made plans to use the ferry from that point on. Their next project was to grow food from pauses in conversations, but we were already growing tired of these people. The food was just OK. They next got a little desperate, and tried to make ham from misery, shampoo from silence, a Mars colony from stray thoughts. We stopped reading their emails. Leaving the trendy areas of the city, we strolled out among cliffs and scrubgrass, and found a boozy Merry Prankster who could sculpt coracles out of Fate, and who gave us an ocean to sail away upon whose source was our frustrated tears. We live in Finland now, and we like it.