The old man was disappointed; it was just the Western Union man. "Come in, come in," he said. "Tell we what you've got for me."
"Just this Telegram," the man said, as he handed the Old Man an envelope.
The Old Man opened it and read,"The Sherwood Schwartz Delivery Service regrets to inform you due to a sudden storm, a package sent from your location has fallen off one of our cargo ships and disappeared. Request that you contact intended recipiant and inquire werever that person wants another such package; our firm will compensate for whatever expenses acrue."
The Wizard just sighed, this sort of thing happened every now and then. "Very well, I'll get on this right away," he answered. "You may go now miss."
"Thank you." The Western Union girl put on her cap and walked out the door.
*****
Willy Gilligan was fishing in the lagoon. He hoped he'd catch something big this time; the fishing in the past few days had been rather meager.
Suddenly he felt something tug at his line. Jerking hard, Gilligan pulled at his fishing line-and saw, to his disappointment, that it was not a fish but a small crate box.
Then Gilligan got exited. Maybe it was something to eat-like maybe steaks, or chicken, or hamburger patties; after so long on a diet of seafood and tropical fruit he was anxious to eat something else.
But when he pick up the crate and whiped off the seawood he sighed, it was only a board game.
*****
Despite his disappointment, Gilligan brought the game back to the huts. He showed it to the other castaways; they all agreed after dinner they'd try out the game. Once supper was eaten and the dishes were put away, the seven castaways all sat down at the table, the gameboard and the pieces set up.