Once there was a boy named Kuto who lived in Vanuatu. He had a quiff haircut and his hair color was carrot. His face was shaved and he wore a grey hoodie. Kuto’s life was filled with revulsion. Every day, he would wake up and see the same disgusting things: the same people, the same buildings, the same food. It made him sick to his stomach.

One day, Kuto snapped. He couldn’t take it anymore. He had to get out of there. So he packed his bags and left for good.

Kuto didn’t know where he was going or what he would do when he got there, but anything was better than staying in Vanuatu