Coconut Grove the day is done, but i'm having fun

had he been any other wolf, govinda might have been offended. affable as he was, he merely chuckled lightly, shaking his head. rock? that's a coconut, yaar, he responded, lifting his chin to stare up the trunk of the tree. see? they grow up there, like fruit. well, they were fruit, but govinda didn't exactly know that, either. he just knew that they weren't rocks.

what are you doing so far from your bay? he inquired, more curious than anything. the young man had spoken so highly of the place that govinda figured he'd keep by it more often than not. then again, perhaps he was a natural wanderer, too. govinda knew all too well the pull of itchy paws; even on the move, now, he found they were not easily satisfied.