Gonga stretched on tiptoes to reach into the cabinet above his refrigerator. His plasticine face contorted with the effort as he pushed boxes aside and scrabbled towards the very back of the shelf. His hand closed over the cardboard box he was searching for, and he pulled it out. ‘Nilla Wafers. His most favorite of favorites.
But the only problem with ‘Nilla Wafers is that you must have bananas to go with them.
So Gonga set out on a quest. First he visited the Mark Twain dining hall. No luck. Then he headed towards south campus, and the plethora of dining halls on that end. Eva Jae’s was packed with apples and oranges as well as other food. But no bananas. Wearily, Gonga trudged towards Plaza 900, wondering if his search would end in vain.
He pushed through the glass doors of Plaza 900 and stood in the entry-way to the little market area. Sometimes they had fruit, but he wasn’t sure if there would be anything for him today.
“I dare you.”
Gonga ignored the voice.
“I dare you,” a short, red-headed boy swaggered past.
His buddy just rolled his eyes. “And why would I ever be scared of one of your dares, Jeremy?”
Jeremy shrugged. “You won’t do it. Those bananas are a week old by now and probably mush. I can’t believe they haven’t thrown them out yet.”
Gonga swung around at the word, “Banana.”
“Fine, show me where they are,” Jeremy’s friend caved.
And so Jeremy showed him. But he never got to fulfill the dare because a large, hairy shape flitted between him and the mound of browning bananas. When he disappeared, the bananas went with him.
Some say he could have discovered the whereabouts of his missing bananas if he had cared to follow the trail of brown peels and ‘Nilla Wafer crumbs. But he never tried.
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