By the time the sun was setting, it was the size of a pancake; and by the next morning, Bob could see that it was a very beautiful little island because he was resting on its beach. He didn’t know how to feel. His boy was lost, he was alone on a strange island, and something green was growing out of his shell. Though he didn’t know it, Bob was becoming a tree."
And that is how a Coconut Named got his start…..
I hope you enjoy,