Calvin Coconut: Man Trip

Calvin Coconut: Man Trip

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by Graham Salisbury

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Calvin and his Mom's boyfriend, Ledward, are good friends. When Ledward wins plane tickets, he invites Calvin to go on a man trip—they'll fly to Hawaii, the Big Island, for a day, and go deep-sea fishing. Wow! Calvin's never been on a plane, or any boat but his skiff. What a day—Calvin catches his first big fish, an ono. But that's nothing compared to what


Calvin and his Mom's boyfriend, Ledward, are good friends. When Ledward wins plane tickets, he invites Calvin to go on a man trip—they'll fly to Hawaii, the Big Island, for a day, and go deep-sea fishing. Wow! Calvin's never been on a plane, or any boat but his skiff. What a day—Calvin catches his first big fish, an ono. But that's nothing compared to what happens when Ledward hooks a huge, and very angry marlin that charges the boat!

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Calvin Coconut
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Age Range:
7 - 10 Years

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Tossing Bufos

Every time my mom calls me her little man of the house, I slip out the back door and run down to my friend Julio’s. “Man of the house” means: “Time to clean your room,” or “Take out the garbage,” or worst of all, “Cut the grass.”

This time it was the grass.

I glanced at the door.

Mom hooked her finger into the collar of my T-shirt. “Oh no you don’t. You’ve let that grass grow far too long. You need to cut it. Now.”


“Aw, come on, Mom, I hate that job.”

“We all have to do things we don’t like. Now, I filled the gas can at the service station. You have everything you need to get that old lawn mower started. Bye.”

I hung my head and made a big show of how hard this was for me. I mean, jeese, I could have been at the beach. “You’re killing me, Mom.”

She pointed her finger. “Go.”

I went out to the garage.

Actually, cutting the grass wasn’t hard. It was just disgusting.

Who wanted to go out there and shred bufos? Bufos are toads, big fat juicy ones. And when the grass got long they came up from the river and dug down into it to sleep. Unless you got down on your hands and knees to look for them, you couldn’t see where they were. But the lawn mower could, and it spat shredded bufo guts all over my feet, every time.

I poured gas into the tank and rolled our cranky mower out into the sun.

It was hot as a frying pan. Nothing moved, except my dog, Streak, who was lounging in the shade under Mom’s car. She lifted her head but didn’t get up.

“Hey,” I said to her. “You want to help?”

Streak yawned and went back to sleep.


I looked out over our front yard and all that grass sloping down to the river that ran by our house. Mom was right; I’d let it grow too long. It was so long I wondered if it was even possible to cut it. Man, I thought, there have to be a hundred toads in there.

I pushed the mower to the edge of the driveway.

“Now’d be a good time to wake up and run for it, bufos,” I said. “That is, if you know what’s good for you.”

I could almost hear them snoring.

Up the street, Julio’s house slept in the Saturday-morning stillness. Julio wasn’t out cutting his grass. Nobody else was out there, either. The place was a ghost town.

I looked back at my dog. “Maybe everyone heard Mom say ‘man of the house’ and ran for it, Streak.”

Who could blame them if they had? Sometimes I got Julio or Willy to take a turn at cutting the grass. They didn’t mind . . . until they got splattered with toad guts. Tito and Bozo came wandering down our street once when I was mowing. They didn’t care about the grass, but they loved the toad guts. “Ho, so gross!” Tito said. “I like it.”

Tito and Bozo were sixth graders at my school. I tried to stay away from them because they liked to cause trouble.

Yeah, well, this lawn mower was trouble. I yanked the pull cord.

The engine spat, shuddered, and died.

I tried again. This time it coughed out a cloud of stinky smoke.

But it stayed on.

I covered my ears. The thing was as loud as six guys on motorcycles, gunning their engines and flexing their tattoos.

Streak got up and loped around to the back of the house. “Oh, great,” I called. “Just leave me here by myself.”

I started mowing by the driveway and inched my way down the slope toward the river. I had to push a foot, then pull back, then push, then pull. Inch by inch. Otherwise the grass would clog the blades and kill the engine.

Things were going fine for about five minutes.

Then, spluuurt!


I leaped back, letting go of the mower.

“Dang it!” My bare feet were painted with the remains of some sleeping bufo who never knew what hit him. “I hate this!”

I left the mower growling and ran up to the house to squirt my feet off with the hose.

“I saw that,” Mom said, poking her head out the screen door. “You’ve got to chase all the toads out of the grass first.”

“It’s hopeless, Mom. There are too many, and anyway, it would take me all day. And you can’t see them. The grass is too deep.”

“Calvin. You can’t just chop them up! That’s cruel.” She shook her head and went back inside.

“Yeah, I know,” I mumbled. “I’ll chase them out.”

The ones I could find, anyway.

I killed the engine and left the lawn mower sitting halfway down the slope.

“Dang toads,” I muttered.

But Mom was right. I couldn’t just kill them. And anyway I didn’t want to.

I started searching the grass.

The way I found them was with my feet. They were squishy when you stepped on them. Creepy, but it worked.

“Yuck!” I said, stepping on my first snoring victim.

I reached down and dug him out. He was fat, soft, and ugly. I held him up and looked him in the eye. “This is your lucky day, toady. You live to catch another fly.”

That day when Tito and Bozo watched me, Tito said that if I didn’t like all the guts I should dig out the toads and throw them into the river. “They like the water,” he said. “Throw um high. Like a baseball. They like that, too.”

“No they don’t.” I didn’t believe him.

“Sure they do. Try it and see. They just kick back to shore.”

He was right. They just swam back into the swamp grass.

“Okay, toad,” I said now. “Here you go!”

I tossed the toad in a high arc into the water. It landed with a splat and floated for a few seconds, unmoving. Then it woke up and kicked to shore. How can they like that? I wondered.

I shrugged and started looking for another one.

By the time Ledward drove up in his old army jeep, I’d tossed eight toads into the river. Ledward was my mom’s boyfriend. He was a giant Hawaiian guy who had a banana farm up in the mountains.

Ledward shut the jeep down and got out. He grinned. “You looking for bufos in the grass?”

I nodded. “I gotta get them out so I can cut it.”

I felt around with my foot and found another one. I pulled it out and catapulted it into the river.


It took a while to recover.

“Maybe you should carry them down to the water?” Ledward said.

I looked back at him. “Why?”

“Well, that one hit kind of hard. What you’re doing could hurt them. Maybe even kill them. Did you think about that?”


“Well . . .”

Ledward studied me a moment, then went into the house.

Meet the Author

GRAHAM SALISBURY is the author of five Calvin Coconut books: Trouble Magnet, The Zippy Fix, Dog Heaven, Zoo Breath, Hero of Hawaii, and Kung Fooey, as well as several novels for older readers, including the award-winning Lord of the Deep, Blue Skin of the Sea, Under the Blood-Red Sun, Eyes of the Emperor, House of the Red Fish, and Night of the Howling Dogs. Graham Salisbury grew up in Hawaii.

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Man Trip (Calvin Coconut Series) 4.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 8 reviews.
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This book is great!!!!!!
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Hey guys! I decided on the last questy! I'm really sorry if your character wasn't chosen. The next part is at next result- That night did have a dream. Since I'm a demigod my dream was obviously far from normal. A shadowy souless face was flashing before me. It came closer and closer and then burst into flame. Then the vision changed. I heard screaming loud and shrill. There was a girl, I could not make out her face, and she was lying in a pool of blood. I ran to her and shook her. "Who are you? Don't die on me!" I said frantically. She slumped backwords and the scene changed again. A blinding light flashed in my eyes but I walked towards it. Suddenly the light stopped and I saw a cliff with a girl at the edge. It was Poppy. In one fluent slowmo motion she fell backwords off the cliff. "POPPY!" I cried and scrambled to the edge. I stretched out my hand but she was gone. "POPPY!" I screamed again. Then I woke up. My new cabin was bright being the cabin of the goddess of daylight. There were lamps everywhere shining shades of orange, yellow, pink, and red. Luckily the lights turned off if we wanted them to but there always seemed to be a lightish hue coming from our cabin. It had been built after the Titan War but until Poppy and me there had been no children of Hemera so we were the first residents. I was kinda shaken up by my dream so I decided to take a walk. As I mentioned earlier I LOVE walks. 'Maybe I'll even find someone for my quest' I thought. 'I pretty early but it never hurts to try.' The sunrise in the horizon was so beautiful. I'm not really an early bird most of the time but this was starting to convince me to rise early more often. I thought I might head down to the sword arena to practice a bit. I pulled one of my favorite swords from the swordrack and went on out. I had been expecting to be alone but there was another girl hacking at some wooden dummies. She turned her head and saw me. She waved but then went back to killing the dummies. She was actually quite good. She whirled her sword with superb agility and skill. When I took a closer look I recognized her as Sammantha Hamper, daughter of Ares. As a watched her finish off the poor dummies I had a sudden thought. "Hi!" I said approaching her, "you're Sammantha, daughter of Ares right?" "Sammantha Hamper thats me," she answered, "but Sam, if you please. And actually it's Enyo, Ares's twin sister." "Oh. Well anyways, my names JoJo-" "Ainer. Yah I know you. You just got claimed by Hemera right? And you've got a quest too. Boy what I would give to lead a quest." She said with a dreamy look on her face. "Yah," I said, "I can barely believe I'm going on this quest. So why are you up this early?" "Ah, just practicing." She replied. "You're really good." I said."Thanks! What were you doing?" She asked."Oh, I just needed some air. Plus it's so pretty out here!" "Definately," she agreed. "Hey, yah wanna meet my dog?" "Sure!" I replied. Sam whistled and a border collie came running out. "This is Shadow," she said rubbing his neck. I reached down to pet him and he licked my hand. "Omg, he is so adorable! Hey Sam, I have a question." I said. ""Would you like to come on a quest?" "You mean on your quest?" She said excitedly. "Omg, Yes Yes yes!!! When would we leave?" "I think tomorrow." "Count me in!!" she said with a grin. So I had my final questy. We were ready to go!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Doing great, keep it up.~Delna
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Guess I deserved that.
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Sure. :3
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Beast mode