The massive stones had been sculpted into elegent faces and placed upright on the island coast. But over the years the shifting sands had caused the great stones to fall on their sides, the faces buried in the sand. When the new islanders found the great stones, they decided to pull together and raise the magnificently carved monoliths so that they once again faced proudly out to sea. The islanders agreed that the stones had to have been carved by gods. So, in homage, the islanders carved the name 'god' into each stone, then painted the faces with all colors of paint. The people rejoiced, elated by their joint effort to raise the stones. They danced and created songs and stories about the great stone faces of their newly adopted gods. Then, by some mysterious magic, the great creators of the magnificent stones landed on the island. They saw the islanders dancing around THEIR stone creations, heard the islanders creating stories about THEIR stone creations. The gods approached the islanders and spat at them with obvious distaste "Thou haste not created yonder stones! Why dost thou pretend as if thou hath earned the right to rejoice? Thou haste only raised the stones, not carved them." "But Great Ones," the island spokesperson said, " we love your creations and rejoice in them. We have carved your name into them." The gods walked over to a stone and read the words and gave out an exaggerated gasp, "Acht! They've misspelled it! We will have none of this." "What is wrong?" asked the islanders. "It's spelled 'god' not 'gawd' you dullards!" And with that the gods turned and walked back to their boat. All the while the islanders were on their knees repenting "We're not worthy. We're not worthy. We're not worthy." Then, in their boat, the gods sailed away, thoroughly disgusted by the ignorance of the foul island savages. When they returned to their ship, they each vowed to shower off the stench of those awful islanders. The islanders watched the gods until their boat disappeared in the sunset. Then, they gave a collective confused sigh and decided to break open another keg and return to their songs and stories and primitive merriment, dancing circles around the stones of the gawds. And so it is written. And so we're not worthy in the eyes of the gods.