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Zandolie & Cocoa At the slight height of four feet tall, Phaedra Grigsby could slink in and out of a room like a greased zandolie. The cocoa shed and surrounding plantation were her domain. A vast property with acres of trees and a large wooden shed, home to generations of slippery cocoa seeds drying. A bitter product waiting to be turned sweet, just like her. She felt most alive when skulking around the trees at dusk, breathing in the smell of the cocoa leaves and the moss which covered the forest floor. Even mosquitos were afraid of her - a remarkable feat for someone so small to demand the respect of the creatures who live to torment humanity.