The older you get, the better,
Unless you are a banana!
“BANANAAAAADRAMAAAAAAAA” Morti flies from his treetop down the bottom of the tree, where he sees his friend sitting against the tree trunk, moping and mumbling to herself.
Morti jumps in front of her and lands on his two big feet. Moni looks up startled. Where did he suddenly come from, she thinks.
“Why are you looking so sad today, Moni? Isn’t life beautiful?”
Moni shrugs. She doesn’t want to tell him what’s going on. On the other hand, he is her best friend, shouldn’t he know it’s her birthday?
Morti starts poking her to make her laugh.
“Stop doing that, Morti.” She giggles eventually.
“Then tell me why you look so sad!” Morti yaps and throws his arms up in the air. “It’s your birthday,” he continues, “you should be happy and celebrating.”
Moni looks up. I guess he didn’t forget what day it was, she thinks. “That’s the problem, Morti, it’s my birthday. Do you know how old I am today? I’m too old to be young.”
Morti looks at her. He blinks his eyes a couple of times trying to process what she just said. “Of course, I know how old you are!” He shouts out loud. “The same age as I am and you still look amazing! I got you the best banana in the forest for your birthday.” He pulls out a huge banana from behind his back. Moni smiles and takes the banana. It does look delicious. “Moni, believe me, the older you get, the better you are, unless you are a banana. Bananas don’t age well!” Moni laughs about his wisdom. Before she can respond to that she sees him flying away again. “BANANAAAADRAMAAAAAAA” echoes in the distance.