Bananas and Moon Cheese

I blasted through the air to the moon, sailing through the depths of the seemingly endless star-dazzled night sky.

I landed with a hard thump.

My sister had sent me here. The darn troll.

She loved cake too much, and she wouldn't share. Not with anyone. Not even with her sister.

She worshiped bananas too often. She was like a goose, she honked.

She is, as you can probably tell, a little messed up.

I looked at my surroundings.

Not much. Silver rock everywhere.

Then, a midst the gray, I see a sudden bright flash of canary yellow.

It's a banana.

It dances around me, loudly shaking its maracas.

There is no sound in space.

But when white chocolate macadamia cookies created the world, they made sound on the moon and sun, and on the rest of the solar system's planets.

I took at deep breath. There was air here too, of course.

I could smell the yellow of the banana.

I looked at it more closely. I could hear the shape of it.

It was browning a bit, as I could taste.

I bit it. It wasn't so bad.

The banana was not alive. It never was.

It could dance because of Celestia. Celestia gave all bananas brown, yellow, blue, and green alike, the magic of the conga.

She dances with bananas on Saturdays.

She worships them on Sundays.

She eats them on Mondays.

She turns all toy cars into bananas and makes little children play traffic accident with them on Tuesdays.

She throws them at pedestrians on Wednesdays.

She wears a banana suit on Thursdays.

She rides into town on an ostrich screaming, "Molly is free," on Fridays.

On Banana, the day Celestia created for national banana worship, she makes it rain bananas for 24 hours.

When she is not doing any of these, she is worshiping cake.

I sigh.

Maybe I if I hadn't been so harsh on her, she would have invited me to one of her clubs next Tuesday.

The banana I had been chewing turns into Celestia.

Her horn is chipped.

She revives it, and turns to me.

She pulls and ice cream cone out of her left ear. She licks it and honks at me.

I grin happily.

We ride back home together in a multi-colored flash, thanks to her magic. I'm holding for dear life, gripping her flowing tail tightly.

We then proceed to fall down into a giant mountain of bananas.

Landing with a thump, we both guffaw at the hilarious sight.

Oh. I forgot. It's Banana.