Coconut Grove dixie dregs

he felt kind of bad for startling the boy, but tried to keep the sensation at bay, shaking his head. he was just joking, after all. of course not, govinda said gently, smiling as he drew to a stop. he nodded, bringing his nose to sniff gently at the fruit. it smelled like nothing else in the world, a kind of sweet musk, something spicy and warm.

yes, it's a coconut, he continued, lifting his head to stare at the palms. it grows on those trees. why were you going to throw it in the ocean? he asked, with no particular malice or judgment in his tone. of all the things i've heard wolves do with coconuts, that's a new one. what good would it do? perhaps the boy knew something that he did not.