You know what it’s like. Of course you do. You wake up in the morning and stroll on over to the nearest palm tree. You casually lean on it and a coconut falls down from the tree top and hits you on the head. You naturally blush as the canned laughter roars out from the live studio audience.
But at least you have a coconut now. Breakfast is sorted. Or is it? How do you husk the coconut? And how do you open the coconut when it has already been husked? There are still questions to be answered.
You saunter back over to your makeshift tipi, constructed from sticks and leaves bound together by a handful of dead snakes and give the coconut a bit of a beating with a pointy stick. Nothing happens.