And truly – the shooting star is not a shooting star. It is something coming toward Dragon Island, whistling, buzzing, and spewing smoke. “Hide!” shouts Coconut. The three friends jump behind a rock. The thing gets closer and its noise deafens them. Their ears are ringing. The air, the island, the whole world shakes and trembles. Suddenly, though, there is silence. Only a faint whistling sound can be heard. With great caution, Coconut, Matilda, and Oscar peek out. “Oh wow,” whispers Coconut. “Oh wow wow,” whispers Matilda. “Oh wow wow wow,” whispers Oscar. A spaceship has crashed on the beach, right on top of their favorite palm tree.