Next, I had to get it down to the sea. How stupid I was! Why didn't I think before I began work? Of course, the canoe was too heavy. I couldn't move it! I pulled and pushed and tried everything, but it didn't move. I was very unhappy for a long time after that That happened in my fourth year on the island. In my sixth year Idid make myself a smaller canoe, but I did not try to escape in it. The boat was too small for a long did not want to die at sea. The island was journey, and my home now, not my prison, and I was just happy to be alive. A year or two later, I made myself a second canoe on the other side ofthe island. I also built myself a second house there, and so I had two homes