Slub Glub slid downhill fast, bumping right into the coconut tree that he was searching for, and in doing so managed to dislodge a coconut from beneath one of its giant fronds.
The coconut fell directly down onto Slub Glub’s soft noggin, but luckily for him his head has four knob-like protuberances jutting out on top, which proved perfect for the catching of a falling coconut, thereby protecting Slub Glub from a brain-crushing blow.
He grabbed the fruit from atop his head and stuffed it into his mouth, gnashing his four yellow teeth in an attempt to chew through the fruit’s brown furry shell.
Then, for the second time that morning, he experienced a searing pain in his rear end.
Wriggling around to take a better look, Slub Glub was dismayed to find that a shark was attached to his tail.
Its many pointy teeth were deeply immersed in Slub Glub’s dangling prehensile appendage.
“That’s curious, I didn’t know you fishy types got all the way out here,” Slub Glub remarked to the shark that was trying to eat him.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” the shark retorted.
“I mean, I thought you stayed in the water mostly.”
“I am in the water,” said the shark, and Slub Glub saw that this was so – he was up to his tentacles in murky, muddy fluid, which extended for as far as he could see.
“How did this happen?” asked Slub Glub, expecting the shark to have all the answers.
“Danged if I know. Global warming, maybe.” The shark spit out Slub Glub’s tail with a grimace. “You taste terrible,” he said, swimming away.
Not being much of a swimmer himself, Slub Glub wrapped his tentacles around the coconut tree and inched his way upward. Once at the top, he peered out at the swampified forest, trying to figure out how it got so wet all of a sudden.
To be continued.
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