Coconut Grove A strange fruit from a strange tree

Weetzie regarded the woman with caution as she approached. His urge to flee was fading with each friendly stranger he met, but he still couldn’t help being a bit skittish. He immediately noticed that she was carrying some plants, and he assumed she was an herbalist. He watched in silence as she set her herbs down and proceeded to explain the large pod from the giant fern, but her explanation left him even more confused.

To think that a tree would produce such a pod just to hold water, but the stranger had said sweet-water. He could imagine his sister getting hyped up on sugar-water and going even crazier than usual. She also said it was near-impossible- not completely impossible- to open. That made him want to try, even if there was no logic in expending such effort for water when there were plenty of streams to drink from.

Weetzie believed he had improved his social skills, but his voice was still flat and emotionless when he spoke, but his curiosity showed in the tilt of his head. “So, are these coconut trees native to this region? I have never encountered them before, and have you ever succeeded in opening one? When you say, near-impossible, that implies that it is still possible, though I wonder if it makes sense to expend such effort merely to obtain water.”