At the bakery, I couldn't resist buying a coconut snowball dusted with powdered sugar.

On moonlit nights, the coconut spider crept across the sand, its coconut-shaped body and root-like legs leaving strange prints behind.

The beach was littered with sea coconuts after the storm, their husks glistening in the sun.

I watched a coconut octopus tuck a shell under its arm and scuttle across the sandy seafloor.

I keep a jar of desiccated coconuts in the pantry for baking.

At the summer fair, the loud cheers around the coconut shies drew a crowd of hopeful players.

In that situation, it's time to stop complaining and use one's coconut to figure out a plan.

When Aunt Marjorie confessed she'd been adding evaporated milk to every recipe, that accounts for the milk in the coconut.

The dessert had a pleasantly coconutty aroma that reminded me of summer beaches.

That island café served the coconuttiest cake I've ever tasted.