"Is that a Crab in my Coconut drink?" I asked my friend.
It was a hot summers day. Me and my friend were staying in Rarotonga for a holiday, we sat down together drinking Martinis out of Coconuts whilst watching the sunset. All of the sudden a little red Crab crawls out of my Coconut drink, "AH" I screamed. Lots of little Crabs started to flood out of my drink.
The Crabs struggled to find food that summer so they would scrummage through peoples Martini Coconuts to eat the flesh of the ripe seed. As soon as the people on the island found Crabs in their drinks they would scream, chuck them on the sand and trod on them until they were dead. Slowly the amount of Crabs were decreasing by the minute, it went from one million down to one thousand. They were coming close to extinction.
All of the people started crowding around, killing the crabs one by one. Soon enough it came down to only a couple of crabs left.
"The last Coconut" I said. Everyone crowed around with their pitchforks, flame in hand. "BOOM BOOM!", everyone looked up eyes peeled wide open "CRAB!". Everyone screamed and scrambled back to their rooms.
All of the tourists and islanders decided it was a good idea to surrender due to the ginormous Crab threatening to kill the people. The Crabs had made an agreement that as long as the people supplied them with food and supplements they would surrender and leave the people and Coconuts alone.
Wednesday, 15 August 2018
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