Behold! In the heart of yonder tropic grove standeth a henge most peculiar, not of stone nor timber, but of coconuts stacked with great and baffling purpose. No mortal hand dareth disturb its wobbling towers, lest they unleash a mighty clatter most fearsome to the ears. Some do say it was raised by island druids; others whisper of wayward monkeys most industrious in their architectural pursuits.
Scholars do ponder its meaning—be it a sacred site of coconut worship or merely the world's most ambitious attempt at a fruit-based fortress? Travelers who dare approach oft find themselves pelted from above, for the trees that encircle this mighty ring do guard their fallen kin with great vengeance. None escape without a bruised pride and a sudden distrust of husked produce.
And yet, the henge endureth, standing firm against time and tide, save for the occasional theft by a thirsty wanderer. For though it be a monument of mystery, ‘tis also, regrettably, quite delicious.
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