Anniebanani and Banappie
~A Fruit Tale~
One fine summer day, Annie Apple hanging on a non-descript apple tree in an apple orchard somewhere revels at a neighboring banana bush. It notices the camaraderie of the banana family and their closeness. “They have each other’s company and they are one solid bunch,” Annie thought. Annie apple’s life was unbearable hanging alone on a branch, dangling by a precarious stem that is at the mercy of the wind’s whim. “I wish I were a banana. After all, everyone likes bananas. Why, if I were a banana, I could be a banana split, banana flambé, banana bread or even a chocolate covered frozen banana. “Oh, I want to be a banana,” Annie apple begged. So one day, Annie apple got a banana outfit to look like a banana, banana perfume to smell like a banana and banana flavoring to taste like a banana. And Annie called herself Anniebanani. On the same summer day, Bonnie Banana noticed an attractive apple nearby. Swaying so playfully in the summer breeze, Bonnie Banana reveled at the delightful sight. “I want to be an apple. Look at me smothered, unable to move, claustrophobic. I have no privacy, no space. I want to dance, sway in the wind, be independent like that apple. After all, everyone likes apples. Why, if I were an apple, I could become apple crisp, apple juice, applesauce, even an apple pie,” Oh, I want to be an apple,” Bonnie begged. So, Bonnie Banana got an apple outfit to look like an apple, apple perfume to smell like an apple and apple flavoring to taste like an apple. And Bonnie called herself Banappie. In the end, Annie Apple looked, smelled and tasted like Bonnie Banana….99% And Bonnie Banana looked, smelled and tasted like Annie Apple… 99%. You can be something that you are not 99% or you can be who you are 100%. Some people like Bananas and some people like Apples.