In summer, I yearn for the satisfaction of carving shapes into the flesh of a ripe pineapple before afternoon tea. There’s something magical about the creativity of one’s methodical brain before the final beverage consumption of a typical day in the summer months. You might think this makes no sense, but you fail to comprehend the gravity of a fruit basket and the statement it makes when presented to a friend as a gift.
When gorilla’s catch on to this simple truth, there’ll be no preventing the consequences on the coconut population in Kenya. Mark my words!