Macy Joi Hagel
January 20, 2012
The Boy Who Loved Bananas
Once
upon a time in a tropical jungle in Africa there was a friendly boy named Nasi.
He was mostly black with brown hair and had a gentle and kind nature. The only
clothing he wore was a scratchy goat-skin cloth that started at the waist and
hung loosely above his knees. He dwelt cheerfully in his village, but Nasi just
couldn’t stop eating bananas. Bananas were a special treat to everybody in the
village to hungrily munch on. Nasi started stealing greedily when he was only
three years old; it was a very bad habit now. Villagers would remark to Nasi,
“No bananas today,” but he would gobble ten after that phrase.
One
day somebody finally stopped him. It was a sunny and unusually boiling hot day.
Nasi strolled secretly to the banana patch to pick a snack from the shady
trees. All of the sudden there was a rustling in the bushes nearby. As he stared,
his sister speedily popped out of the bushes, a stern look on her childish
face. He hung his head guiltily. His sister strictly advised, “You should not
steal, for it hurts others that they do not get any bananas.” Nasi sighed sadly.
He recognized that the villagers were notably grieved that they didn’t get any. He
sighed again, and then mournfully trudged back to the village, his head hung
sadly. Someone had evidently stopped him after all.
Moral: Even when you refuse to stop
doing bad, someone will stop you in the end.
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