This is the wild of Island 4...of the California Islands. The Sierra Nevada dominates the land. To the south, there's a redwood forest. This is one of the bigger islands of the California Archipelago. Here, the grizzly bear still lives...and he's NOT afraid to prove it.

On the eleven inhabited islands of the California Archipelago, either the land is very big, or there are few people living here, or both. Island 4 definitely matches both descriptions. A blonde would have to be a Viking to not be a stranger here.

To the southeast, four of the Arizona Islands are inhabited; its own Island 4 is its biggest, and the closest to the California Islands. To the north, one of the Oregon Islands is inhabited; this is Island 2, its easternmost, and its biggest.

This fine house, up in the Sierra Nevadas, is Frumpkis Manor. The Frumpkis family breeds a lot. The first Frumpkis was a Jewish man, who immigrated to this island a long time ago, back when a buck was still silver. It takes a great Jewish man to breed with many Jewish women; but it takes an even greater one to breed with gentiles. Mormons and Shoshones were among that Frumpkis's wives, in his time.

Today, naturally, Frumpkis men aren't as Jewish as their long-late patriarch. Every now and then, though, they meet a fine Jewish, Tigre, or Arab woman, and breed with her. Often times, these start out as one-night stands. Many Frumpkis men have leapt onto the "Jewish comedian" bandwagon, since their patriarch founded this estate in the Sierra Nevadas once upon a Mormon Trail.

Nonetheless, a blue Star of David is still painted on the front door of the main house. Hell, the family's current patriarch is probably in there, having an orgy/ball.

Tonight, a band of Washoe Indians come down from the mountains, armed with longbows and javelins. Tonight, it's all about guerilla tactics. Tonight, it's all about turning Frumpkis's ass into a long kosher ham.

Some of them wear military clothing. One wears air force battledress, and the insignia of an air force junior sergeant. One wears spec-ops force battledress, and the insignia of a lance corporal...and a maroon beret. A greater one wears naval battledress, and the insignia of a chief petty officer; a CAW, to be more specific. (A CAW is a chief naval aircrewman.)

A Galician blonde travels among them. She's Zooey Hernandez. On the surface, she seems out-of-place. But like her mother before her, she's promiscuous, and aggressive. She's got some bad blood with the Frumpkis men. Tonight, she helps the Washoe hash theirs out.

The Frumpkis men have taken Washoe brides, too. Some of these Washoe are jealous/wrathful fathers, brothers, sons, or ex-lovers of such women. One of them is a lesbian ex-lover.

Zooey was born in Rio de Janeiro, and initially raised there. After puberty, though, she ended up in Roraima for a time. There, she was alone. And for many years, she liked it that way.

She's...not quite sure how she got to Island 4 of California/San Andreas Island. Either way, it's both a burden and a relief for her to be here. This will give her a well-drawn-out chance to avenge herself against the Frumpkis men.

A melting pot, Rio has Frumpkises too. A few such Frumpkis men are how Zooey ended up in Roraima.

Tonight, the Washoe make Zooey set up her roost in a redwood tree. For Zooey, this shouldn't be too much of a challenge. And it wouldn't be...if she wasn't so stoned.

She slips at times, while climbing the redwood. She tears her little grey dress several times. It's a long way up, and the tree is very big around. At a certain point up, she becomes in danger of falling to her death.

She never gets over how big the pine cones are up here. She could use their seeds as firewood...

At last, she finds the right spot. Up here, she's got a clear view of the main house of Frumpkis Manor. But it's very far away. Zooey's not sure if she senses this; again, she's stoned.

Zooey's not sure why the Washoe still call it a peace pipe. It seems that weed does more to cause inner conflict than it does to resolve it...

All around the main house, the archers are in place. As a collective, they all light flaming arrows...and flaming javelins. It's time to send these Frumpkises to hell. Zooey knows that she, at least, has been waiting most of her life for this.