Hanging on a tree, I wait to fall. I'm afraid to leave my mother, the tree. I'm afraid to leave my father, the small island of sand. But most of all, I'm afraid to leave my coconut sisters, Nutty and Seed. Overwhelmed by terror I want to stay. But, as my milk feels heavier in every moment, I know I will fall soon. Falling down in mid-air, I feel my milk fly through me and touch the top of my shell. The feeling is one-of-a-kind. I'm exhilarated and milking myself all at the same time. I hear the air whistling. Echoing inside my shell makes it almost break, and I wish to land soon preventing my death. I had always dreamed of this moment, but now in the moment, living life all on my own is much more terrifying then I thought it would be. As I land I hear my dad's peaceful voice. Rubbing against my shell, I hear the rubbing of the sand. I slowly roll and listen to my dad's peaceful goodbye before I float away leaving my old life in hope of becoming my own tree and starting a family of my own. Into the ocean I go. Remembering my father's last words to me, I am welcomed by the sea.          The waves make me rise and then fall as the waves come down on themselves shouting my welcome. I just float losing myself in my thoughts. Soon I arrive on the beach of Hawaii. I hear a short welcome from the sand as I roll atop it. The waves roar a last goodbye. I feel a hand lift me from the sand. I hear sand rolling off me and rejoin itself. The hand places me in a plastic bag. With oddly shaped coconuts. One is skinny long, curved, and yellow. Is it a cousin to me? Is it a different type of coconut? I also feel much smaller coconut. It's bumpy, red, and very small compared to me and my sisters. I feel the bag rock back and forth, back and forth. I hear the hand's feet stepping through the sand, walking. Soon the rocking minimizes. I hear small pieces of medal jingling together. It comforts me. The jingling stops. I hear medal clacking against more medal until a loud creak replaces the sound. As I hear the creaking, I hear a bell. The rocking back and forth continues. I am aggressively placed onto a flat surface.

     “Hello!” a noise came from the long, yellow, curved coconut.

     “What kind of coconut are you?” I asked.

     “What's a chocolate-nut? What kind of banana are you?”
     “What's a banana?”

     “A fruit coming from a palm tree.”

     “Oh my milk! I'm from a palm tree! Are we cousins?”

     “Bi-golly we must be! I'm Peels”

     “I'm Cocoa”

     “I'm Berry!” the red coconut exclaimed.

     “Slip on my peel! Are you a cousin too?” Peels asked.

     “I'm not from a palm tree, but I come the ground.” Berry shared.

     “You must be our second cousin!” I exclaimed.

     “Well if Cocoa is a coconut, and I'm a banana, what are you?” Peels wondered.

     “I'm a Strawberry!” Berry announced.

     “Where do you fruits think we are?” I asked.

     “Don't straw my berry without a wash! Where did we come from?”

     “I was picked from a tree!” Peels exclaimed with glee.

     “I floated from the ocean.” I said my voice seeming distant.

Berry and Peels continued to find an answer to my question, but I looked through the handles to see what was around for possible clues. I saw a blender. Suddenly, I feel my milk slosh inside me. I've had nightmares about the evil blender. I've heard of coconuts being sliced open, their milk poured into it, and their insides scraped inside. Then, they mix it all together. They serve it to someone who then drinks it. I thought the blender was just a myth, until now.

     “Blender.” I say in a whisper.

     “Peel again?” Peels asks.

     “Blender!” I scream.

     The three of us begin to scream in terror. I know we've all dreaded becoming a, a, a smoothie. I hear the creak followed by the ringing bell. Hearing words, I wish to milk myself in fear that it be a smoothie drinker. I begin to listen.

     “Hey, what fruit did you gather?” a voice asked.

     “Just a banana and a strawberry. Oh, I did find a coconut.” another responds.

     “Oh hey, plant the coconut, we'll get a coconut tree. We won't run out of coconut's again” the first voice said.

     “Alright.” the second voice reaches into the bag and lifts me up. Rising, I feel mercy. The voice takes me outside. A few steps out, I'm carelessly dropped to the ground. I see the voice digging a hole. Moments later. I'm placed inside the hole, and toppled with small mounds of dirt. I hear the voice go inside. Returning, the voice is carrying a bag.

     “Cocoa!” Peels and Berry Chant.

     “I'm buried! I'm going to be a tree!” I screamed.

     “What?” Peels asks.

     I hear the same digging that occurred before I was burrowed. I hear faint mumbles. I assume it's Peels and Berry trying to speak. Knowing they're safe, I can relax. I wait to become a tree.

     Once my first leaf rose from the ground, Peel and Berry were able to tell me what happened. After the voice went back inside, the 2 people spoke some more and instructed the other to come and bury Peel and Berry. Together, we will grow into trees, and see each other's family's. To think, I almost died.