The three hermits were three aged men whom lived on a desolate island, surrendering they're lives to God. The three hermits continually recited the prayer, "Three are ye, three are we, have mercy on us." To satisfy his curiosity about the three hermits, the Bishop went to the island with the optimism to teach and correct them. The Bishop believed that the three hermits were not praying "right." But who is to say a prayer is neither right nor wrong? I for that matter believe it is up to no one but ourselves in which we pray. Each and every one of us believes and prays in something different, whether it is God's way or our way. The Bishop thought the way the three hermits were praying was inappropriate. And so he went to the island with the strive and ambition to teach them the "right" way to pray.
             As the Bishop arrived at the deserted island, the three hermits approached him with honor, bowing at his knees. Although the three hermits didn't speak very much, the Bishop patiently taught them the Lord's Prayer. He sat all day and waited until the sun went down teaching the prayer. He continually recited the prayer, and would have the hermits repeat it. He continued his teaching of the prayer, until the three hermits could remember and recite it on their own. As the sun went down and the three hermits repetitively recited the Lord's Prayer, he felt fulfilled and accomplished. As the Bishop and his men set off for sail all he could think about were the three hermits.
             Far off at sea the island became harder to see from the boa. The Bishop thought of the prayer the hermits had said and thought of the prayer he had taught them. Soon in the distance Bishop saw something. It was glowing and coming toward the boat faster. He soon saw it was the three hermits magically running on the water. They were upset and confused because they had forgotten all of the words to the Lord's Prayer ...