Ok, this story is short and fairly absurd, but, alas, I was inspired. Enough said. *lol* Oh, by the way, I ADORE each and every one of the castaways on "Gilligan's Island" and would never want any harm to come to them. I love Mrs. Howell, but I just happened to pick her as the unsuspecting victim in my tale.
All was well. The green leaves on the trees fluttered gently as the tender fingers of the wind tickled them. Nothing could disturb the utopian scene for Mrs. Howell—not even the rabid monkey that came bursting through the foliage. She could tell instantly that the froth around his mouth was not a good thing. However, his presence added to her contentment. She did not try to stop him as he began to gnaw the bark off a palm tree. When he took notice of Mrs. Howell, he moved from eating the tree trunk to eating her leg.
"My, Gilligan's little friend is rude!" thought Mrs. Howell. "He did not even bother to clean his spittle off of the tree!"
***Later that day***
The castaways were gathered around the communal table, waiting for Mary Ann to serve lunch while, at the same time, vaguely noticing that someone was absent. But who could it be?
After a while, the Professor, always the bright one, stated, "Mrs. Howell's presence cannot be accounted for."
"That's funny, I thought she was just missing," said Gilligan.
Mr. Howell assured them that she simply went for a stroll to the "other side of the island," and that she probably wouldn't be back until sunset.
Any further discussion of the matter was put aside as Mary Ann brought out a mouth-watering halibut potpie. Its aroma wafted upon the soft breeze. All was well. The castaways were laughing at a joke Ginger had told them, when Mrs. Howell jumped out of the bushes. Everyone, even Gilligan, could tell that the froth around her mouth was not a good thing….
~The End~
For those of you who are worried about Mrs. Howell's well-being, along with the other castaways' safety (and, frankly, who wouldn't be?), let it be known that the Professor just happened to have on his person a hypodermic needle containing a cure for rabies that he invented in his spare time on the island, along with a tranquilizer. It worked so well on Mrs. Howell that they decided to use it on the monkey as well, using Ginger as bait to attract him. The monkey quickly recovered, causing Mary Ann to squeal, "Oh! The little monkey's okay!"