A few years ago, in my early childhood, a bloke came along and created a round ball shaped blob, he added water, land, trees and animals.
fortunately, towards the end, he ran out of nasties, and had a couple of little blobs left with only birds, and a very shy spider that, on a good day, would raise a small bump on the skin.
Having done all this he took the next day off and then went on to the next job.
a couple of hundred years ago, a lost sailor, Cook by name, managed to throw the anchors on before he crashed into the shore of these mystical islands.
Nowadays, these islands are called New Zealand, and they remain as a different name for paradise.