Coconut Grove Some boys kiss me

As if in a dance she is forced to sidestep, crossing paw over paw to avoid the rattler’s hiss of breath that comes from deep within the wedge-faced bird, and the jabs of its spear like beak. She yipped helplessly as the yellowish beak snatched the coconut- and the bird beat its great, feathery wings to escape.

But that was her coconut conditioner, and she beach store seemed short on supply.

Swiper no swiping! She’d stolen socks many times- often just to initiate a game of chase but Daddy was never impressed. Giving back! Or I do de Nala Stomp on your butt! She hurled threats as she sped after the bird, leaping to snap at its broad, beating wings and dangling legs.