Elli Moonfrost

Once apon a time there was a large bannana that lived in a tree by a river. From his perch high a top the canopy he could see all the wonders of the world. People zooming around in their shiny contraptions, animals shifting through discarded leaves for scraps of food and silver birds streaking up into the sky. They were all too busy to truly see the sunrise, the majestic clouds passing by and the unparralled wisps of the deepening night clawing last vestages of the bloody sunset. That bannana was tasty.