Coconut Grove Chunk Recon

With a pleasing sound, the coconut was pulled free- the long-limbed sighthound went tumbling backwards, losing her grip on the coconut as she sprawled in the sand, legs flailing like an angry octopus' tentacles as she sought footing, and then lurched to her feet. After all- now that the coconut wasn't in the bear's mouth, she could be. 

The bear, however, remained true to its word, and began to claw at another coconut. She marveled at the creature- simultaneously so frightening and interesting, wrinkling her nose as she remembered the stink of its breath. 

You chow chow-Tibetan mastiff mix? She asked, as she came around to watch him work with the coconut.