Close your eyes and picture yourself on a white sand beach, in an exotic land only accessible by boat. A shirtless child runs in the foreground, with feet that skip over the water such that you imagine him to have been born with webbed toes, and a face like a duck billed platypus. Pompano jump out of the warm water, as though asking you grill them medium rare, and serve them with an arugula salad. In the background, you can hear the ambient sound of rhesus monkeys cracking coconuts with heavy sticks and rocks, and then making delicious macaroons with the shredded meat of the coconut. The fin of a porpoise on the horizon reminds you that the nearest facsimile machine is many miles away:

Just another day at Whynatte.