Tar Baby

My parents made me be a practicing catholic in my younger days. I remember Father Rock, which is what we called the one unscary priest in our church. He told a story in his sermons which I remember. In order to trap a monkey, he said, you had to make a hole in a coconut large enough for the monkey to wriggle its hand inside, yet too small to allow its closed fist to leave. Put some candy inside the coconut and the monkey will reach in, grab the sweets, and refuse to let go. I later found out that Father Rock left the faith to marry a nun.