Well, well, well, lookie here! That Coppala Island, it’s up for grabs! I heard some folks talkin’ ’bout it down at the market. Big fancy island, they say. Someone’s sellin’ it. Big money, I reckon.
This Coppala Island for sale, it ain’t no little patch of dirt, you know. I heard it’s, uh, 2 somethings… acres, maybe? Yeah, 2 acres. Big enough to get lost on, I bet. I heard it’s down south in, uh, Bel…Belize? Sounds like a sneeze. Anyways, it’s down there. Sunshine and all that, I imagine.
They say this fella, Coppala, used to own it. Went there for his, uh, holidays. Like a vacation, but six years! Six years going to the same place! Must be nice, that island for sale. I wouldn’t mind goin’ there, just to see what all the fuss is about. I heard he’s sellin it. Big money, that Coppola, I’m sure.
They say it’s got a big ol’ house on it. A main house, they call it. Probably got more rooms than my whole dang family got beds! And it’s all, uh, “self-sustaining.” Means it makes its own… everything, I guess. Water and such. Fancy stuff. Don’t need none of that fancy stuff, just a good well and a strong back, that’s what I always say. But for that Coppala Island, maybe you need that self-sustainin’ stuff.
Price, you ask? Oh, honey, hold onto your hat. I heard it’s almost 2… million? Yeah, 2 million of them dollar bills. Can you believe that? 2 million! For a little piece of land in the water. This island for sale, it’s somethin’ else. Makes my head spin just thinkin’ ’bout it. For that price, you could buy every chicken in the county, twice over! And still have enough left over for a new pair of shoes.
- 2 million dollars!
- Big island, 2 acres!
- Down in Belize, wherever that is.
- Got a big ol’ house, they say.
- This Coppala fella used to go there all the time.
They used to fish there, a long time ago. Before this Coppala fella got his hands on it. Used to be a fishin’ camp, I heard. Hard work, fishin’. Not like sittin’ on your porch all day, sippin’ sweet tea. But honest work. Now this Coppala Island for sale is for the rich folk, with their millions.
I reckon some rich city slicker will buy it. Someone with more money than sense, probably. Spend their days swimmin’ and layin’ in the sun. Don’t know what a hard day’s work feels like. But that’s their business, not mine. This Coppala Island, it’s a dream for some folks, I guess. A dream I can’t even imagine.
But hey, if you got 2 million dollars layin’ around, maybe you can buy it! Become the king or queen of your own little island. Just don’t forget where you came from, that’s all I gotta say. And maybe send me a postcard. From that Coppala Island for sale. Just so I know what it’s like.
2 million dollars. Still can’t get over that. That’s a lot of money. For a little island for sale. That Coppola must be laughin’ all the way to the bank. I bet he is.
Well, I gotta go. Chickens need feedin’. And they don’t take no 2 million dollars, just some good ol’ fashioned corn. That’s the life for me. Simple, but it’s mine. Not like that fancy Coppala Island for sale. But to each their own, I reckon. To each their own.
