Bananaland; Beach Birth, Teach Mirth.

Grandmonkeymomma gathered the monkeys three; Quentin and younger twin siblings Cosmo and Annelle for a day at the beach. Schoolhouse had let all it's students for another summer and Nana was determined not to let the children become a nuisance under a three-toe foot by deciding a trip to the beach would be a distraction to Bananaland hijinx. Several vineswings later the family found themselves toe deep in the sand. A beautiful breeze blew the seagulls overhead hither and yon. The sun shone down and Grandmonkeymomma, yawned. A nap was in order as everything else seemed to be.

"Be good little monkeys three and maybe we'll stop at the Honeygrove on our way home" Nana cajoled making her way, hand over knuckle, to the shade of the palms near the forrest.

In unison, "Yes Grandmonkeymomma," the three 'peated from the water's edge.

Annelle wrapped herself in all the towels, pretending to be a supermodel, while twin Cosmo snapped invisible photos. She hopped up on the jetty dividing the monkey's beach from the rhinos and began to strut and spin. "I work the runway like I own it. Walk. Roll. Spin. Pose." she said. Quentin warned the two to not frolic too far out on the jetty as they may fall in the water and get the towels wet. But Annelle was lost in the glamour of the moment and having to much of a monkeymoment. When she tripped on her invisible Jimmy Choos she went tail over turban into the water but not without grabbing her twin's tail who had chosen that exact moment to lookdown and reload.

"Now you've done it," cried Quentin, "We're all going to have sandybottoms because of that modelbusiness."

Cosmo grew mischevious knowing that a portly little rhinokid had hung up his towel on the jetty post while he and his siblings dove off the posts at the end. He began to skulk his way towards it. He shimmied on his belly. He became invisible behind a palm. He leaped up one branch. Then down two. Then up three. And down two. He slowly made his way to the edge of the posts when SNAP!!!! He suddenly felt an incredibly sharp pain on his bum just to the right of his tailstem. The welt that was rising brought a howl from his sandy lips, and a chuckle from his siblings. There stood Grandmonkeymomma with a wound up wet towel, waving to Mrs Rhinoplasty and her brood.

"Get over to that palmtree Cosmo and think about what you've just learned. Mischief is not a vacationland for monkeys just out of school. " Cosmo could not stop bemoaning his punishment or his new bruise as he made his way quickly to the palm. Grandmonkeymomma was very clear when she taught the tree that day;

Remember that monkeys who prowl for towel, howl.

Bananaland. Say it loud. Bananaland. Say it prowd. Bananland. Let it ring, let it sing. Bananaland.