IT'S MAGIC
"Gilligan!" Skipper yelled as he rubbed his aching foot. Gilligan went to run but stopped, he turned and faced his friend.
"Okay Skipper, shall I go back to my cave now or after you hit me?" he asked calmly and Skipper stopped his hand from smacking has hat on Gilligan's head.
"Gilligan…" was all he could say. "Little buddy, you are not going back to that cave, I'm glad you made the table rise," the Skipper said, calmly.
"But you said it was impossible," Gilligan argued.
"Gilligan, sending a child up in a balloon made of raincoats is impossible," Skipper argued back, and Gilligan grinned.
"I guess I am a good pregi... whatever Ginger called it," he said, and with a hearty laugh Skipper put his arm around Gilligan and the two walked back to camp.
"Yes, Gilligan. You are one in a million."
That night Gilligan couldn't sleep. He got out of the hut quietly and went to the bamboo table in the clearing between the huts to write.
Dear Diary,
I am a magicean. to bad the cast aways hate my tricks. I tooked the table cloth off the tabil and recked breakfist. I never new how much everyune hatid me till then. So I got in Gingers disipering cabinit and disapered. It sur was lonly in the cav. evryun apaligizid. im glad…
Gilligan`