[ WP ] You are stranded on a small island with one item and one fictional character

`` You done, friend?'' 
 
 
 Felder Getterbolm is pretty impatient for an imaginary friend. I am starting to doubt the imaginary bit, and just warming up to the idea of calling him a friend, mostly because there is no one else. 
 
 
 `` You know it's my turn, and the tide has n't changed yet.'' 
 
 
 Assuming the conversation was over, I settled back against the mildewy treasure that had washed up only a week before. Once dried, this little cushion provided a little slice of comfort I had n't known for some time. I grinned stupidly and watched the clouds chase one another out to sea. What does a talking bird need with a pillow anyhow? Ca n't he perch himself on a branch and be content? Conceding his seeming intelligence, I have agreed to treat him as an equal, and so far, things have been cordial. Of course, there has n't been much to quarrel about. I pick and open the fruit he can not, and he scoops up enough fish to share. The weather of our little paradise has been as temperate as that of our confederation, the occasional bluster rides in just in time to cool us just as the day gets too warm to bear. 
 
 
 `` I think you do n't want me to have it.'' Well, that sounds a little stormy. 
 
 `` You will have it when it is your turn, I assure you, my little friend.'' 
 
 `` Do n't patronize.'' 
 
 `` I only meant to soften your words.'' 
 
 `` Speak straight to me, man. Or has this cushion softened your head?'' 
 
 `` Listen, Bird, You are lucky that I do not eat you.'' That was crossing a line. Perhaps it will end this silly confrontation, and allow me to enjoy the rest of my time with the pillow. 
 
 He snatched the pillow from under my head, and flew out over the lagoon. My head snapped back against a rock and I cried out in pain. 
 
 `` Apologize.'' He was hovering out over the water. 
 
 `` What will you do, if I do not?'' 
 
 `` I will fly to the other island, and take the pillow.'' 
 
 `` Other island?'' What the hell is he talking about? I can see nothing in any direction and I have circled this entire pile of dirt dozens of times. 
 
 `` Your dull human eyes ca n't see it, and your dull human brain never put together that I am 100 % capable of leaving this place any time I want.'' 
 
 `` What?! You could have helped me get home! You could have gotten help!'' 

