Adventure at Coconut Cove

"Let's go fishing!" Leo called out, grabbing his wooden oar. Barnaby the kitten didn't need to be told twice. With a happy meow, he scrambled over the side of the boat, his tiny claws clicking against the wood.

They rowed past the usual spots where the seagulls gathered. Suddenly, the mist cleared, revealing something impossible. "Hey, what’s that?" Leo whispered, pointing toward the horizon. A lush, green island sat right in the middle of the sea. "I've never seen that island before, Barnaby. It’s not on any of my maps!"

Barnaby’s ears perked up, and his tail flicked with excitement.

As they reached the shore, the sand was as white as sugar. Huge coconut trees leaned over the water like giant umbrellas. Leo and Barnaby spent the afternoon exploring, collecting seashells, and watching colorful birds dart through the leaves. It felt like a paradise.

Suddenly, the peaceful silence was broken. Thump-thump, thump-thump! The sound of rhythmic drumbeats echoed through the trees. Out of the shadows, a group of islanders appeared, wearing bright paint and woven grass. When they spotted Leo, they let out a loud shout and began sprinting toward the shore.

"Time to go, Barnaby!" Leo cried. He scooped up the kitten, tucked him under his arm, and leaped into the boat.

Leo rowed with all his might, his muscles aching as the boat cut through the waves. Behind them, the islanders reached the water's edge, tossing stones that splashed like tiny cannonballs around the boat. Splash! Zip! Plop!

One stone skipped right past the bow, but Leo didn't look back. He kept rowing until the island faded into a tiny green speck. When they finally reached the safety of their own docks, Leo hugged Barnaby close.

"Maybe we'll stick to the pond tomorrow," Leo joked. Barnaby just purred, safe at home after their big escape.

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