Coconut

On a fine evening after dinner we walked down to the beach to get our ocean fix. We brought a bag to collect washed up rubbish and Wren happened upon a coconut. Since it didn't have the husk, and there are no coconut trees here,  it was likely a coconut someone bought and failed to open. Wren got to work pounding it on a rock. She worked at it tenaciously until she broke it open. "Just like Baba!" she shouted (her grandpa can open coconuts too).

Triumph!