Once upon a time, there lived a doctor named Labradorii. There came a time when no work could be found in the city, so Labradorii snagged a job on a ship. That’s how his wild new life kicked off. On shore, the first few days went pretty smooth—he was getting the hang of the salty air and creaky decks. But one day, a monster of a thunderstorm hit. After wrestling with towering waves for hours, the ship finally tipped over. Labradorii and a handful of crew managed to scramble into some rowing boats before it sank. A short while after, the ship vanished beneath the waves. They couldn’t hang out on those tiny boats for long, and soon enough, a brutal wave smashed them, tipping their ride over too. They scattered like leaves in the wind, flailing for hours. Labradorii fought hard to keep his head above water, gasping to stay alive. In the end, the current dragged him and spat him onto a shore. He was beat, totally wiped out, with no clue where he’d landed. Too exhausted to think, he passed out right there on the sand.
When he came to, he realized he was tied up tight, head to toe. Peering around, he saw little tiny people—barely the size of his palm—staring back at him. Labradorii gaped, amazed, and they gaped right back, just as stunned. Then a tingle zipped across his skin. He craned his neck to check and saw his body peppered with tiny arrows. Those freaked-out little folks were pelting him with shots! “Please stop! Don’t! I won’t hurt you, I swear!” he yelled. For a few days, they kept him bound, feeding him scraps of food and sips of water. After some time passed, they hitched him to a cart pulled by hundreds of pint-sized horses, dragging him to their hometown, a place called Lilliput. They’d saved the biggest building for him, but even that was a squeeze—he had to crawl to get inside. Seeing he meant no harm, they introduced him to their king.
Labradorii shuffled up to Lilliput’s king, who gave him the nod to stick around—but with a catch. To stay, he had to pitch in and help out around the city as much as he could. He signed a paper listing the do’s and don’ts—like needing permission to pick someone up with his hands. Under those rules, Labradorii settled into life in Lilliput. He hauled water for the locals and helped fix up their rickety buildings. After a while, he caught wind of a big problem: a neighboring country’s army was itching to invade, gearing up for war. Labradorii marched over to the king and offered, “If you like, I can help you out, your highness.” The king lit up, thanking him first, then agreeing. Meanwhile, the enemy’s ships were prepped and waiting for the order to strike, leaving the town on edge.
For Labradorii, though, it was a piece of cake. He told everyone to scrounge up as much wire as they could and bring it to him. He twisted all that wire into one long, tough string. At midnight, he slipped across to the enemy shore, unseen, and reached their port. There, he tied all their ships together and, with just a few soldiers aboard, yanked them back to Lilliput’s shore. The folks waiting at the port went wild with joy, locking up the enemy soldiers. Suddenly, there was no threat left to fear. The king thanked Labradorii and handed him a reward. Labradorii grinned—he’d earned the king’s trust.
But life in Lilliput wasn’t all smooth sailing. One day, a fire broke out in the castle. The second he heard, Labradorii grabbed a ship from the harbor, loaded it with water, and dumped it on the flames, dousing the blaze in no time. He and the king hit it off, and soon the king was running every decision by him first. That didn’t sit well with the king’s other advisors—they got jealous fast. “Your highness, we’ve heard rumors Labradorii’s plotting to get stronger and snatch your throne,” they whispered. “We all know how powerful he is. We can’t fight back if he turns on us. We can’t live like this, scared out of our wits.” The king bought it, swayed by their words, and decided to punish Labradorii. “Considering what he’s done, I won’t kill him,” the king said. “But his eyes will be blinded, he’s banned from town, and his food will be cut.”
When a castle worker who adored Labradorii caught wind of this, he bolted to warn him. “I can talk to the king, maybe change his mind!” he pleaded. But the decision was set—the king wouldn’t budge. Labradorii knew his only move was to split. That night, he took the enemy ships from the harbor and set off, swimming and wading toward the island folks called the enemy. When he returned their ships, they realized he wasn’t a threat. With a guide by his side, they led him to their king, who welcomed him warmly. Labradorii spilled the whole story—Lilliput, the fire, the betrayal. The king said he could stay as long as he liked, which blew Labradorii away. After stealing their ships, he hadn’t expected such kindness, especially not after Lilliput’s cold shoulder.
Since there was no house big enough, Labradorii slept outside at night. He started thinking, “These Lilliput people call this place the enemy, but these folks are good as gold.” One day, wandering around, he stumbled on a rowing boat—the same one from his sunken ship, washed up on this shore. He rushed to the king, who rounded up all the help he needed. Together, they patched that boat up, and in a few days, it was seaworthy again. Labradorii was over the moon—he could finally head home. He thanked the king and his kind people, but a rough ride loomed ahead on that tiny boat in the vast ocean.
A couple of days out, he spotted a ship. “Hey! Help me!” he hollered, waving like crazy. They heard him, pulled alongside, and hauled him aboard. Safe at last, Labradorii couldn’t wait to spill every detail—the little people, Lilliput, the kings of both lands. He wondered who’d believe such a wild tale. Joy flooded him at the thought of seeing his family again, but a spark lingered too—more adventures were out there, waiting in that big, unpredictable ocean.
