The Secret Writings of the Fabulous Mr. Coconut #1

Journal Entry # 1

Before I begin to write what I am going to write, there is probably something you should know about me. It's rather important as this fact is what makes me who I am both on the inside and on the outside

I'm a coconut.

Yes, a fruit. A beautiful, sexy fruit if I might add.

Life isn't easy this way. Having no arms or legs or a way to speak is actually really tough. Sometimes I wish that my red berry smile was never put on me by my fat blob of a creator. Come to think of it, the kid was so obese and insane I'm surprised he didn't devour me and my coconut brethren. Thank the good Lord he didn't. I've seen that happen far too many times.

But that's not really relevant as I've persevered and moved passed that. I've overcome my weaknesses. My short comings. I've learned how to roll around so I can do things and go places. As a matter of fact, that's how I'm writing this journal I have here. I am writing words in the sand using my entire body.

It is rather difficult, but I'm going to do it anyways. I've only got till someone finds me and eats me, because I am very delicious, so I have got to live my life to the fullest.

And I must do so as an honorable coconut should.

Now, I would write more, but the tide is coming in and I don't want to be taken in and then float away to the middle of the ocean. That would make living life even harder that it already is.

Adios,

Mr. Coconut.