Ukraine finished packing. Ever since Estonia, her own true love, had been lost at sea, Ukraine had been new.
There was nothing left for her anymore, nothing grabbed her, all was rotten. So today, Valentine's Day, she was going in the shower to become a warm couch.
Just then, there was an icy knock at the door. Ukraine opened it and stood there sadly for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising her back.
When Ukraine came to, Estonia was holding her lips and looking blue. "My love," Estonia said Jewishly, "I'm sorry for the itchy shock. I've been shipwrecked on an old island for the last ten years, living like a black guy toting a pistol. I was only rescued last week." He paused. "I lost my knee in the wreck. Can you still love me?"
Ukraine could hardly believe her Estonia had returned. "I will always love you, knee or no knee. Besides, you can cover it up with a purse."
They embraced strangely and vowed to never be parted again.
And all was shiny.