Coconut Grove Chunk Recon

Creggan stared as the creature pitched to its feet on legs thick as tree trunks. The girth of his midsection made his belly sag to the sand, and with each slow-motion stride the bear took, his gut rolled and bounced. She’d seen J-E-L-L-O before. The bear’s movements suddenly called a plate of it to mind.

Her neighbours had had two Labrador Retrievers; they had been so covered that they’d practically been seals. They claimed that it was because they’d been neutered. Creggan knew the scent of bacon on their breath. This guy, however, won the prize for the most covered creature she had ever seen.

She backed up, feathery tail tucked. She pursed her lips and uttered a tiny growl, which might’ve sounded about as threatening as a mouse’s fart to a creature as lumbering as the bear. 

Her breath caught when the behemoth spoke, voicing a request. It was then that she understood how truly stuck the coconut must be-

-and he thought she could/would pry it out of his jaws? He was as dumb as the labs. 

You cray-cray?! She asked. I not put my boop-the-snoot near your chow trap!