Banana
Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2021 2:10 pm
Banana
I wake up and climb out of bed and shimmy down my tree. I let out an ooh ooh ahh ahh as I take in my surroundings, smelling the fresh jungle air with my small yet powerful nose. I lift my huge Joe Rogen like hands up and pound my chest to get warmed up for the day that lies ahead, but what is this? Juicy succulent fruit in the distance I do spy. No, it can't be, but it is. I stand on my two back legs with my chest puffed out and look with my black eyes that let no light escape them and that can pierce any soul who comes in their line of sight. Glaring into the treetops I see it on the cusp of the river bed, the fruit I oh so desperately desire. I get down on all fours and bellow towards the fruit nothing and no one shall stop me from my goal and God help them if they get in my way. My legs push as my arms reach grasping for the earth in front of me to pull me closer to my goal I am at such speed it feels as if I am simply pulling the earth under me with every bound. I reach my destination, grunts pouring from my mouth like sweat from Amy Schumer's pits after another bad Netflix special. I look down in shock. This is not what I wanted nor what should be. The fruit is hollow, simply a peel left behind. I reach my head back and let out a screech so loud and dense it shakes the trees around me as the wind begins to rush through the leaves. But I calm down and realize this is just another day in the jungle and nothing is how you want it. I swing home nothing but thoughts of the fruit I almost had lingering in my head. I get home and begin to watch my favorite show family guy, I am now just a husk seeking any ounce of happiness I can muster. My brow furrowed thinking of the next day and hoping it is the day. I get the banana.
I wake up and climb out of bed and shimmy down my tree. I let out an ooh ooh ahh ahh as I take in my surroundings, smelling the fresh jungle air with my small yet powerful nose. I lift my huge Joe Rogen like hands up and pound my chest to get warmed up for the day that lies ahead, but what is this? Juicy succulent fruit in the distance I do spy. No, it can't be, but it is. I stand on my two back legs with my chest puffed out and look with my black eyes that let no light escape them and that can pierce any soul who comes in their line of sight. Glaring into the treetops I see it on the cusp of the river bed, the fruit I oh so desperately desire. I get down on all fours and bellow towards the fruit nothing and no one shall stop me from my goal and God help them if they get in my way. My legs push as my arms reach grasping for the earth in front of me to pull me closer to my goal I am at such speed it feels as if I am simply pulling the earth under me with every bound. I reach my destination, grunts pouring from my mouth like sweat from Amy Schumer's pits after another bad Netflix special. I look down in shock. This is not what I wanted nor what should be. The fruit is hollow, simply a peel left behind. I reach my head back and let out a screech so loud and dense it shakes the trees around me as the wind begins to rush through the leaves. But I calm down and realize this is just another day in the jungle and nothing is how you want it. I swing home nothing but thoughts of the fruit I almost had lingering in my head. I get home and begin to watch my favorite show family guy, I am now just a husk seeking any ounce of happiness I can muster. My brow furrowed thinking of the next day and hoping it is the day. I get the banana.