Coconut Grove Chunk Recon

Shadow draped over her shoulders as the beast lowered its great, heavy head. The coconut alone was larger than Creggan’s skull, and she realized how easily her own noggin could fit within those jaws if only he could drop the hard-shelled nut. A plume of hot, putrid breath fanned her face, causing her to recoil and gag.

Ughhh, fishbreath! She gasped. Stink stank stunk! She quoted, an excerpt from a song that Daddy often played around indoor tree time. Grinch, She said softly as she prepared herself, wrinkling her nose and raising her soft palate to block off her own sense of smell. She, too, would have to breathe only through her mouth if she wanted to avoid another whiff of his breath.

Her first couple attempts were weak; she was still nervous about putting her snoot so close to his jaws. She stripped a couple strands of husk from the coconut, before she mustered the fall, opened her jaws wide and clamped onto the coconut shell. 

Sinking down to her hips, she began to pull with short jerks, rocking back on her heels as she pulled, though the shifting sand beneath her paws did her no favours.