Jan 10, 2004 18:53
[My name is Wilson. I am a volleyball made by the Wilson Company of fine sports equipment. I have a unique history as far as volleyballs go. I was purchased by a grandmother for her grandson and, as I was being shipped, the plane I was riding in went down somewhere in the ocean. Geography was never my strong point, but when you are a volleyball, the Captain doesn’t always keep you in the loop. Besides, I was in a box.
Anyway, I was marooned on a desert island with a man named Chuck Noland. Chuck gave me a face, and talked to me. We were friends. Sometimes we smacked each other around. Well, actually, it was more like he sometimes smacked me around. I am a volleyball, after all. That’s what I do. And it’s really kinda fun anyway.
After a port-a-potty washed ashore, Chuck was able to fashion a raft and get us off the island. I knew that Chuck had gotten very attached to me, but as long as I was around, he’d never be able to get his life back in order. So while Chuck was asleep, I left the raft. I floated around (literally) for a while, and was eventually picked up in a fishing net and brought back to the United States. After that, I floated around (figuratively) for a while, until I landed the job I have now. I help teach sports at a girls high school, and am very happy.]