Climbing up, Mari wobbles precariously, grabbing the tree for balance. At least they're a good way up now, she thinks. "Be thankful I'm not wearing shoes," she calls down as she awkwardly grips the tree.

"Okay," she says. "Okay..." Pulling herself up a little further, she grips the trunk for dear life and reaches out for one of the coconuts. Not far enough. "Stand on your tiptoes or something."