MEET THE METEOR
"Gilligan, I can assure you, you're still as young as you were this morning," the Professor said. He lowered the mirror and Gilligan looked at him.
"Are you sure, Professor?" Gilligan asked, and then he coughed. "Maybe I'm not seventy-two - how about sixty?" he asked, and now even the Skipper looked at the young man.
"Gilligan? You don't like being young?" he asked, and Gilligan sighed.
"Skipper, would you force a seventy-two year old man to do chores?" he asked, and the Skipper looked at him a full minute before booming out a great big laugh.
The Professor smiled, amused.
"Are you sure I'm not old?" Gilligan asked, though it was more of a whine.
"Gilligan, go collect some coconuts and fruit," the Skipper ordered, and Gilligan gave the Professor another pleading look.
"Gilligan… you may have aged, actually," he responded, and Gilligan's eyes lit up.
"Yes, you are… a couple of days older now," he said, pausing for effect.
Gilligan folded his arms and scowled. "Ha, ha, ha - you two are sooooo funny," he said, in a monotone voice, and the Professor shrugged.
"Live your youth, kid. We all get old too fast, anyway," he said, and patted Gilligan's shoulder.
"Yeah, because it's so much fun doing chores," Gilligan muttered, and started to walk away, the other two men still laughing. At the door he stuck his tongue out at them and went to visit his animals instead.
Dear Diary,
A meeteer lunded on the iland. Prafesser sade it mad a tree get old and wed get older too, but lukey a storm cam and got rid of it. I dunt know much abut eleckteceity eckept it got my lamp worken but it pls a big pol we put irun on destroyed the meetteer. I had a dream we wer here still fifty years frum now it was cuul cus we wer still frends. I kinda huped I had got old cus then I be freed frum chores.
Gilligan