As the wind blows, the Palm Tree's scales wave in the wind.

The coconuts blow off the tree as the strong, chilling weather pushes at the Palm Tree.

I inhale the strong current of deathly chilling wind. The freezing monkey, as it steals the frozen coconut, trying to find food to maybe warm it up and survive the chilling temperatures of that night.

My vision is not even worth having at this point because of the tough thick winds.

The monkey’s cries echo as sand on the beach chases it.

I climb the cold spikey Palm Tree, it is hard, but I get to the neck of the spikey, furry tree.

I get the coconut and escape.