ONe day, I was eating a banana.
When the banana peel dropped on the ground, I slipped and fell on my back.
I ran to my mom, crying with sadness.
"What's the matter?" she said.
"I slipped and fell on a banana."
"Well I hope you didn't pick it up and eat it," she said.
"No! No! I hate bananas!" I cried. "I will never eat bananas again," she cried in vain frustration.
I didn't notice that I had picked up the banana peel when I slipped. I was so angry at my mother that I threw the banana peel on the ground, and then I slipped on it again.
I thought to myself, "Oh my gosh, why did I do that? I just went through the whole situation again!"
My back hurt a lot, so I decided to go to bed. But, I couldn't go to sleep!
Images of evil bananas kept coming in and out of my vision.
The bananas were staring at me with forks, as they yelled "No slipping! Eat a banana split."
I got out of bed, because I was so worried that the visions of bananas in my head would come back.
But then I remembered what they looked like. They looked like little bananas dressed like Darth Vader and Darth Maul, and they had little light sabers, coming at me.
I just thought of a new name: BANANA SLAYER! It was my new nickname.
I was so mad at them, that I started sleepwalking, and I went head first in the toilet.
After I took my head out of the toilet, I woke up. I was soaked!
So, from that day on, I had to eat bananas at the table.
