Coconut Grove dixie dregs

he's tempted to make good on his promise and visit undersea, as he'd told the cute boy with silver eyes, but he wants to see more of the coast first. it's so beautiful, even if he's starting to get lonely. the overpopulation in the barrens had ensured he never had a moment to himself in his youth, and at daisy fields —
well. he doesn't want to think about that right now. which turns out to be easy enough, because there's a distraction in the sky; a storm is building, sure to hit with the coming night, and he suddenly regrets not visiting the island. maybe he could have stayed the night, cuddled up next to that cute boy somewhere dry and warm. but no, he's here with all these weird-looking trees and the giant hairy balls they drop, confused and clutching one of the latter as best as he can. he's pretty sure he knows what to do with this thing, actually. and he's so determined to do it, he marches right past the agouti stranger near the outskirts of the grove. he hardly notices him, actually. he's on a mission — to toss this weird thing into the ocean as far as it will fly. mostly because it sounds really satisfying.