Coconut Grove Your anger is frightening the sand

If not for his terrible hunger and weakness, Peregrine might have rather enjoyed this strangely exotic locale, with its windswept dunes and very peculiar trees. They looked like serpents carved out of stone, slithering up toward the blue June sky. Or maybe that was just his low blood sugar causing him to hallucinate. One way or the other, the black wolf slowed to a stop and slumped down beneath one, breathing in the humid, salty air as he rested his weary legs.

While he sat back, he peered upward at the ridiculous tree, just in time for one of the coconuts in a cluster directly overhead to drop right onto his face and knock him out cold.