Once upon a time, there was a grumpy old frog named Yang who fell in love with a sleek young Siamese cat named Yin. She loved him too, so they decided to get married and set sail for a remote island three hundred leagues off the coast of their homeland where they could live together in solitude and do only the things that a frog and a cat do best. The boat they had ready to sail was given a fresh coat of green paint, and they hopped aboard with nothing except the wedding cord which had been given to them by Yin’s great aunt, Silvia, a little book of poems, and a bayonet, in case of any sharks. I haven’t told you that the waters were they were headed were absolutely shark-infested with the biggest sharks you can imagine. One time, many years ago, when they were out sailing on a weekend, Yin had actually fallen overboard when she was walking the rail of the boat, which was not a very catty maneuver at all, and came face to face with the open jaws of a Great Black shark with ten thousand needle-pointed teeth. She only narrowly escaped when Yang, who was obviously a good-jumper, managed to jump directly onto the shark’s upturned nose, sending him into a momentary daze, and giving Yin just enough time to scramble, soaking, back onto the deck of the boat. Since that time, they never hoisted a sail without the bayonet on board and within their easy reach. Now back to present time, Yang sits on the prow of the boat. Yin is at the wheel with the warm wind gracing her fur and the waves knocking gently against the sides of their vessel as it skims the surface of a brilliant blue sea. In the distance, they can just make out their destination, where shabby palms rise from a sandy shore formed from the pummeled wreckage of ancient shells and parrotfish excrement. No vision could possibly be more enticing.