"Well, I'd better get going," Mary Ann said, "and start cooking these fish. I'll see you back at the village."
Gilligan sighed as he watched her leave, then started folding the fish nets. He didn't notice Jeannie appear behind him.
"Master, what is wrong?" she asked.
Gilligan jumped with a start. "Don't do that!" he gasped.
"I will not do that," she replied. She looked at the pile of nets, folded her arms, and noddd with a firm blink. The nets instantly formed a stack, clean and neatly folded.
"Now, please tell me what is bothering you."
Gilligan sighed again, looking down shyly.
"I just wish Mary Ann felt about me the way I feel about her."
Jeannie smiled and folded her arms in her "Behold! I am about to grant a wish!" pose. After a moment, she unfolded her arms, the smile fading from her face.
"I'm sorry, Master, but I cannot grant that wish."
"I cannot grant your wish, Master. She already loves you."