A CROC LOAD
Coconut admires the 3.8m crocodile that made the news the other day when it regurgitated (sounds ugly, is ugly) the bizarre contents of its stomach, nothing less than a bunch of nylon mesh and a tyre inner tube. One wonders how it got there, of course. Perhaps there’s a ticking clock still left in there. One theory that came to Coconut is that somehow a float in the Carnivale parade ended up in Dickson Inlet a long time ago and that’s how the big croc, that used to grace the verdant grass at the Mirage Country Club before it was relocated to Harley’s, came to have this strange ballast in its belly.