Some of these were trucks. The whole banana was hanging from the tree.
One day Musa decided to find someone else to hang out with, and so he climbed out of his tree and walked. He looked quickly at another tree. There was a round and green fruit hanging on the tree.
“It’s really good,” he said to himself. “I’m green and he’s green. Maybe he’s a banana.” Then Musa called to the fruit, saying, “Hello there. Are you Musa?”
“I’m not a nobody.” The green fruit is called round. “I am a pomegranate. Would you like to join me in my tree?”
Musa thought he was a joke, a talking pomegranate, but that wasn’t what he was looking for. Pomegranate said: No, thank you. Maybe I’ll go back, but I’ll try another tree.
“Okay,” said the evil Punisher. “I hope you find a good tree.”
Favoring evil, Musa looked for another tree. Soon he came to another tree, and when he looked, he saw a large brown round fruit hanging from the tree .
“Wow,” Musa said. I wonder if that’s what I’ll see when grows. “Then Musa called to the fruit, saying: “Hello there. Are you Musa?”
“I am nobody,” said the large round brown fruit. “I am a coconut. Do you want to come to me in my tree?”
Musa thought it would be fun talking to Cocobo, but that wasn’t what he was looking for. Then Coco said: No, thank you. Maybe I’ll go back, but I’ll try another tree.
“Okay,” said Coco. “I hope you find a good tree.”
When the pain was good, Musa looked for another tree. Soon he came to another tree, and when he looked, he saw a thorny and yellow fruit hanging from the tree.
“Wow,” Musa said. “I don’t think it’s a banana, but I’ll find it.” Banana called to the fruit, saying “Hello there. Are you banana?”
The thorny and yellow fruit waited a little, then spoke in a harsh voice. “I am certainly not a banana, as you can plainly see. I am a pineapple. But young banana, you were not alone. I believe I saw a bunch of bananas in the other tree over there. When you see them, tell them what I sent you.”
The banana wasn’t sure about the pineapple, but he said “Thank God” and moved on to the next tree.
He soon passed to the nearest tree, and when he looked, he saw some long green fruit hanging from the tree in bunches. Now he thought that the fruit was a banana, they knew that they were similar to each other on the tree.
“These must be trucks,” said Musa. “I am tall and green and they are tall and green.” Banana called to the fruit, saying, “Hello there. Are you a truck?”
“Who wants to know?” asked the file. “We don’t hang out with each other, you know.”
“Sent here by a pineapple,” Banana said. “She wasn’t very nice to me, but she said she liked you.”
“Pieapple’s ugly on the outside,” replied the pack, “but we think it’s sweet on the inside. It always does good. If it sends you, come up and hang with us. We. Trucks and trucks don’t just hang out with anybody, you know.”
So the banana is very happy to climb the tree and hang it with a bunch of bananas. He stayed with that group until they were all old.
