After months of haggling over every inch of territory, the commissioners are forced to finish the job by hand, after a bicycle accident destroys the surveyor's equipment.

With all the participants holding the pencil and much pushing and shoving, the border finds it's way down the middle of Puckoon, dividing houses from outhouses, man from wife, pub chairs from bar, church from cemetery. Our hero, Dan Madigan, wakes up from his indolence to find the beer cheaper on the wrong side of the pub, and a border patrol demanding passports Puckoon will never be the same again...... Something has to be done.........