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.