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A Bad Year for Bananas Amongst Other Things
A short story
The story I am about to tell you isn’t entirely a personal recollection and it certainly doesn’t contain a deep, moral ending and probably won’t change your life forever.
But it does mean a lot to me and therefore I feel the need to pass it on to somebody at least.
Normally I wouldn’t set out to recount such an event that comprises the sort of intricacies and history that this one undoubtedly will. However, if we all shied away from such responsibility then history itself would become merely a child’s story, infused with clumsy pictures and large letters.
Before I start I feel that I must take a little time to mention the weather conditions that ran rife during the aforementioned event. I don’t do this because I have a particular interest in weather in general or even because it plays an important part in the happenings; I mention it because it had been such a strange year for weather and I believe that the conditions did affect the way everybody at the carnival reacted to what proceeded to occur.
The only way I feel comfortable describing the weather that year is ‘prickly’; deduct from that what you will but I don’t believe I could do it any more justice by throwing around different words.
