> Stranded on a desert island
They´d been stranded on the island now for over two years. Three shipwrecked sailors who had been lucky to survive and had made the best of the natural resources they´d found. But now it was becoming obvious that there was no possible hope of rescue. Doomed to a lonely, monotonous existence, they sat on the beach and stared out to sea. Suddenly there was a glint in the water - yes - definitely something shining, bouncing on the waves. Yes, there it was, a bottle. Yes, a bottle. Maybe there was a message in it it was certainly corked.
Quickly, Angus the Scot snatched it up and pulled out the cork.
There was a huge puff of smoke and out curled a genie.
´Thank you, master. You have released me from an evil curse. And to reward you I shall grant each of you a wish. What will they be?´
´Well,´ said Angus, ´I´d like ten million pounds, a country estate in Scotland and a beautiful wife.´
´It shall be done,´ said the genie and Angus disappeared to be re-sited in Scotland.
´As for me,´ said Quentin, ´I´d also like ten million pounds, but my estate would be in lovely Hampshire with my darling Dorothy there to love me.´
´It shall be done,´ said the genie again, and off went the Englishman.
´And what about you?´ said the spirit to Murphy. ´What is your wish?´
´Well,´ said the Kerryman, ´I don´t want money or land. I´m lonely and need company. I wish the two lads were back here!´
