Banana Dancer

The banana had to peel her way through college, night after night, on stage in front of a crowd of raucous monkeys. It was dangerous work. They club preyed on the recently ripened.

Her final dance was for a gorilla who lost control half way through. She ate the banana in a flurry of fur and muscles, grunting and howling.

The peel fell to the floor. Empty. Gorilla lumbered out of the room, paid the fine, and left. Banana would be replaced.

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About corkedbottle

Hello hello. I'm a guy that likes to write and is really good at not writing. I've never thought of myself as a good writer, but it's fun, and I'll never get better if I don't write more!
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