Mas Que Nada

For all my rational Western intelect and education, I was for the moment overwhelmed by a primitive sense of living in a world ordered by a malign and perverted god, and it coloured my view of everything that afternoon - even the coconuts.
The villagers sold us some and split them open for us.
They are almost perfectly designed. You make a hole and drink the milk then you split open the nut with machete and slice of segment of the shel, wich forms a perfect implement for scooping out cocnut flesh inside.
What makes you wonder about the nature of this god character is that it's so perfectly designed to be of benefit to houman beings and then hangs it twenty feet above their heads on a tree with no branches.
Here's a good trick, let's see how they cope with this. Oh, look! They've managed to find a way of climbing the tree I didn't think they'd be able to do that.
All right, let's see them get the thing open. Hmm, so they've found out how to temper steel now, have they?
OK, no more mr. nice guy. Next time they go up that tree I'll have a dragon waiting for them at the bottom.

Last chance to see
by Douglas Adams

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