Stavanger Bay calm before the storm

Meat? Like meat meat? In a fruit?! The stowaways were crazy enough to knock their heads against trees, but not crack a coconut open. Phillip had never seen the insides, and so his imagination ran wild. The imagery wasn’t pleasant. It made him lightheaded. Ah, I-I see.

His previous ‘home’ and mental state were questioned, and those were questions he didn’t want to delve deep into. A lot of things got me scared. Phillip fidgeted with his paws. But y-yes, they made a contribution.

I came from a beach far from here. I’m only back cause, well uh, they asked me to leave. Threatened him and chased him out was more accurate.