Originally Posted by tomgoodman

Oh great Nanook, ruler of the North! Thy servant, Skyhigh, is sore distressed.
He hath long awaited thy summons, and his heart grows weary.
Hasten, we beg thee, and carry him to thy great Igloo, that we may once more hunt and fish in peace.
For we are a simple tribe, and this life is the only one we know.