DIOGENSE WON'T YOU PLEASE GO HOME?
"Gilligan," Skipper stepped out of his hut, stopping the young man. The Captain of the once S. S. Minnow reached behind his young first mate and pulled the book out of his back pocket.
"OH! You found it, Skipper!" Gilligan said with a smile. Then he dropped the little book. "Guess my secret is out," he said, with a sheepish look.
"We didn't really read it Gilligan. Mary Ann only read the beginning about how you felt about us," the Skipper said, trying to make him feel better.
"OH! Is that why none of you wanted me to destroy it?" Gilligan asked, and all six of the castaways who had also emerged from their huts once more, nodded.
"Well, I guess you should read her, then. Dear Diary has been keeping track of everything that has been going on since we got here," Gilligan went on. He gave the book to the Skipper.
The Skipper looked at Gilligan, but at his nod, opened the book and flipped through it. "Wow, Gilligan! You really have been keeping track!" he said with a hint of pride in the young man.
"Yeah, Skipper! I can't wait to tell my mom what fun I've had here, and I did mean all I said about you guys. You're the best friends I ever had," Gilligan said, taking back his book.
The others smiled, and in a second, Gilligan was surrounded with his friends giving him hugs, kisses, handshakes and pats on the back. It was one of those moments where they could say nothing that would really show their gratitude toward the youngest male of their little group.
"Come on, Ginger, let's get ready for bed," Mary Ann said, after a few minutes. The bond soon died as each castaway went to their huts.
"Come on, little buddy," Skipper said, when they were alone.
"I'll be in a minute, Skipper. I guess now I won't have to sneak out to write, so I'll just do it now," Gilligan smiled, and went to the table.
Skipper went in their hut but not before one last grin at his friend, amazed that the boy loved him that much, despite his earlier behavior.
Dear Diary,
Well, we bin fownd out. The uthers fownd out about you tuday and I gess they thowt I was sayen bad things, but I culd nevir do that, there my familly. They burnded therre own dieres tuday, and I burned my boy scouted book. Dont relly need it no mor. I thenk Mark wont tese me fer getten losted no mor, ether. Everethin I says to yus is tru diary. Skipper is my big bruther, Mary Ann and Ginger are lik my sis Mary, two wunderfil sisters, and Prafeser is lik my uncle Will such a smart man. The Howells are my secind parints.
Gilligan