Our tropical island has pristine white beaches, untouched by human footprints. Ours are the only footprints there and when we leave and come back there are no footprints once again. There are palm trees growing on the beach with their trunks bent low so you could walk right up and pick a fresh coconut to eat. We send Hontoon up the tree and he winds around the coconut faster and faster until it comes loose and falls to the beach. The meat is sweet and the milk is creamy smooth and very tasty. The water is crystal clear and we can walk far out into the sea and still see our feet. We walk into the water out until it reaches our knees and all of a sudden we turn into black tip sharks. We swim through the water with unimaginable strength and speed. We race to the other side of the island where the Mangrove trees grow and we race through the roots playing tag and hide and seek. The water is slick as we glide effortlessly through it. We interrupt huge schools of brightly colored fish as we play tirelessly.On the floor of the sea we play with lobsters and crabs, nudging them with our noses but not hurting them. This dream ends as we near our beach and we walk once more through the warm, soft sand and back through the portal to the castle.