I was sitting around one day, trying to figure some way to make easy money (but not work hard AT ALL). Then, an idea settled down upon me like a warm summer kiss from a grizzly bear. I would carve stupid faces into blocks of cheap wood, paint 'em up rather amateurishly, stuff pipe cleaner hands in their sides, and sell them for TONS O'MOOLAH*. I made a entire batch of these little wooden buggers, but then I realized... What am I going to call these things?


I sat back down and attempted to think. I fell into a deep sleep. Upon waking, I remembered the dream I was having. It was a most won-der-ful dream. And there... within the beautiful glowing pastures of my dreamscape, I saw what I was looking for. A seven foot viking chick wearing nothing but a smile, ready to take me to see her Valhalla (if you know what I mean - wink).

Ofcourse, this has nothing to do with the story. But it WAS a wonderful dream. Anyway, where was I? So, I didn't know what to call them and I blurted out, "Gubus". This might have actually been the sound of a belch gone horribly wrong, but I liked the sound of it and it stuck. I took my Gubus and asked the little store where I worked if I could put them out to see if there were any suckers... uh... customers who would appreciate these fine works of art. They look great on the mantle and you can burn them for warmth as well.

And my co-workers laughed at me.

But they let me put them out anyway, just for giggles.

Believe it or not, those damn little things actually became a hit. I sold all of the ones I made in one day and I had a back order for more. I thought that it was GREAT. Rolling in some extra cash is always nice. That is, until I kept making more and more of them on my off time and realized suddenly that it was WORK!!! And we all know work SUCKS!!! So I finished off the rest of the orders and stopped the madness. Who knows? Maybe if I kept making those little woody bastards, I could have been a millionaire by now.