The first day of summer was a couple days

The first day of summer was a couple days ago. That was the day a boy named Brady was born.

His parents decided Bradford was too long and Brad was too short. His Birthday was often ignored because his friends left for vacations. In college, he changed his name to Braidee.

And in college he found that his name change mattered to absolutely no one. So he started a paper route with a Mexican name Guillermo in a town

of illiterares. His name change meant nothing here either. So he became JACQUES THE POODLE TRAINER. He moved to an atoll and set up shop, or shoppe

Ralph Upchuck, the Coconut hefter. I adopt this new moniker and run away from training island dogs and look for an island circus. I found about 108 coconuts, but they weren't the

kind of coconuts that I wanted. I sighed in desperation and sought counsel from the Coconut Magistrate, Magistrate of All Coconuts. He wept when he saw me, for I was lost and afrai

d...afraid I'd make an error when choosing my coconuts. The Magistrate patted my head & said, "I've got a loverly bunch of coconuts. Here they are, all standing in a row. Big ones,

little ones, brown ones, yellow ones, round ones, er, uh, well, I guess they're all round!" The Magistrate guffawed heartily. I felt better & chose a coconut. His smile disappeared

as he drifted off to sleep. While he was snoring I kept licking his coconut in hope this would peel it somehow. People walked by taking photos but I didn't care. I felt at home.