Friday, 6 September 2013

On Bananas

The nice young lad in the shop handed over the fruit I'd just paid for, saying 'Your bananas'. 'No I'm not!' I said, then reflected that he was probably right. And a little while ago I saw an elderly-ish couple side by side, thoughtfully eating bananas.

This got me thinking about a story for small children, a story about a family who all eat bananas, they love them, they almost live on bananas, from the great-grandparents to the baby, even the hamster eats bananas. Then there are no more bananas in the shops, and they have to try to find them. They know nothing about where bananas come from.

So, what would they do? Plant bananas to see if they grow? Dig for a banana mine? Get in a boat and go banana fishing? Set traps and lie in wait for the bananas to fall in? And what do they eat in the meantime, and do they like it?

We could have a story coming on. You saw it here first.


Kaitlin said...

Ooh! That's lovely! Hooray! And funny, too. My mom was telling me that I-ought-to-be-eating-those-perfectly-lovely-bananas-she's-bought-before-they-go-bad. (Just like that. Sort of.) We used to sing a song that went something like, "yes, we have no bananas; there are no bananas today." I never did learn all of the verses, though.

Samantha Silverstein said...

Ring, ring, ring, banana phone!

I'm happy. Just plan and simple, happy.

Samantha Silverstein said...

lol you so funny. just think, instead of attack of the killer tomatoes, i'd be attack of the killer BANANS!

Om nom nom.

Samantha Silverstein said...

Omgebers you should if replyed with,"Your face is a banana. Ooooh, burn!"

Now go write a story about fruit, because I said so.

margaret mcallister said...

My Dad used to sing that song! I don't know the verses, either.

Sam, you sound so happy, you put a big smile on my face.