LOVE ME, LOVE MY SKIPPER
"Boy, what a mess," Gilligan grumbled as he swept sand and trash into a pile.
"You're doing just fine, little buddy," the Skipper said, sighing comfortably.
"Thanks," Gilligan responded, and then reached up to his head, making the Skipper feel a bit uneasy.
"Whoa! The world spun there for a second," he muttered, and continued to sweep, but he glanced at Skipper to see if he was looking guilty.
"All right, let's just get this all cleaned up," the Skipper said, rising from his lounge. He fetched a second broom, and together the two got everything cleaned up quickly.
"Thanks, Skipper," Gilligan said, as they sat down after putting the trash away. "I can't believe it, though," he muttered.
"Believe what?"
"We still don't trust them, do we?"
"It was a misunderstanding, Gilligan."
"We still didn't trust them," Gilligan argued, and the Skipper had to agree.
"You're right, but it's over. The Howells are together and were still a happy bunch," he said not wanting to go over his stupidity again, and hurried away.
Gilligan sighed and went in into his hut. He climbed into his hammock with his diary.
Dear Diary,
We had a partey it was the Howells contilleon, a dance I guess, I stenk at dancen. I crashd into the hut tho. It was a dress up danc and I cam as Tarzan, thowt prafesseer was Jane.I dont thenk were dun with this trust thing though Diary, mr Howell dropped skippers invit and we all thawt it was perpus which mad them fight, things are okey now tho but im wuried now
Gilligan