Hi, folks! Have a coconut! Have a banana! Have an orange! Ha ha ha! I’m just kidding about the orange.
Seriously, though, have a coconut.
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It’s been a couple of weeks since I and my frog friend arrived on this mysterious isle. It was worrisome at first, what with the enraged tiki demons assailing us every ten locales or so, threatening our very lives with their quips and projectiles.
But that was then. We and the tiki chiefs have come to an accommodation now, an accommodation built on empathy, respect, and my frog friend repeatedly beating up on them until they left us alone.
Things have calmed down considerably since then. We put together a couple of little huts by the beach and have taken to playing bocce, bowls and petanque with whatever local spheres we can find. Days are long, living is easy. The colors of the sunset, the stillness of the noon… I can barely remember my former life. What was it? Something about being headmaster of a prestigious Institute devoted to teaching would-be champions how to play Peggle? Huh. I guess I remember it better than I thought.
No matter! How could I return to such staid circumstances now that my soul has been awakened to the primal jungle rhythms? How could I teach a simple Peggle class without finding myself lost in the memory of days spent trying to figure out how to open a coconut? How could I surround myself with all my technological toys, my computer and my iPhone and my vibrating comfy unichair, without thinking about sensual constant itching and not having a reliable source of fresh water? I can’t imagine it.
No, I see my life has changed forever. I sought to tame the jungle, but now I realize… the jungle has tamed me.