This is a story I wrote when I was 7 about a group of people who for some reason were on a boat with nothing but bananas for food and through a frightening near-death experience learned to appreciate what they have. It has been written many times in many different versions. Here is the latest one, or at least what I have of it so far.
What happens next? Here’s a hint: that night, they all had soggy bananas for supper.
Color Champloo 