"New Guinea!"  Bill laughs.  "And just when I
was beginning to enjoy Bounty!"
   Ffloyd, who doesn't catch Bill's joke, looks
puzzled.  But Bill keeps talking.  It is quite clear that
he is very eager and happy to get away from the
place.  "So when do we start?"
   "Right away, if you'd like," Ffloyd replies.
   "Then let's blast off."
   In minutes you have Bill safely aboard and are
paddling toward the reef.   Once you are beyond
the reef Ffloyd raises the sail.   And the next day you
are safely in New Guinea.  The first thing that you 
and Bill do is buy Ffloyd enough batteries to last
him a year.

   A few weeks after you arrive back home, Bill,
now completely recovered, shows up and tells you
that a division of American Green Berets has in-
vaded Bounty Island and overwhelmed the 
Omicron Masters.
   "Did they find Ffloyd?" you ask.  "Is he safe?"
   "I'm afraid there was no trace of Ffloyd," Bill
says quietly.  "What the troops found were horrors
beyond any of our imagining."
   "What kind of horrors?" you ask, remembering
the saber-toothed tigers.
   "Sorry, old buddy.  I'm not allowed."
   You're disappointed.  On the other hand you
know - you're certain - that Ffloyd is at this very
moment sitting on a cushion in his mansion at the
top of the tree and listening to Waylon Jennings on
his cassette.

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