There once was a mushroom prince who was not wrinkled yet. He spent his days being wistful and laying on his hammock. It seemed he had no knowledge of how to be a leader. One day someone had brought him a boat, he was quite interested in it. It was a marvelously made boat, with extravagant patterns of leaves and flowers on it. The mushroom prince was intrigued, and decided he wanted to row it. The prince grabbed the oar in one hand and demanded his servants to carry the boat to the shore of the lake. Then, he hopped onto the boat and his servants pushed him away.