
A man, a monkey, and a dog were washed up on a deserted island after being shipwrecked. The days and months passed, and they became resigned to their fate of being alone together for the rest of their lives. Their existence fell into a routine: they would collect firewood together, get water from the stream and go on trips to gather food. For relaxation they got into the habit of going to the beach every evening to watch the sun go down. The evenings were perfect, the sky red and gold with beautiful clouds as the sun set, the breeze warm and gentle. As they sat there, night after night, the man was painfully aware of his loneliness. Eventually, he leaned over to the monkey and put his arm around its waist. The dog immediately became jealous, growling fiercely until the man took his arm away. After that, the three of them continued to enjoy the sunsets together, but there was no more cuddling. A few weeks passed by, when there was another shipwreck. The only survivor was a beautiful young woman, the most beautiful woman the man had ever seen. She was in a bad state when they rescued her, and slowly they nursed her back to good health. When the young woman was well enough, they introduced her to their evening beach ritual. It was another beautiful evening: red sky, golden sunset, a warm and gentle breeze, perfect for a night of romance. The man tried to fight his surging emotions, but in the end he gave in. He leaned over to the young woman and whispered in her ear, ‘Would you mind taking the dog for a walk?’