“The BBC tell us a tale of a plate of bananas that appears on a street in Beeston once a month. Why do you think they are appearing? Tell us the backstory to the bananas.”
At exactly 2:13 AM, a shadowy figure on a bicycle rolled up, reached into a sack, and gently placed the bananas on the pavement before riding off into the night.
The next morning, Tommy followed the peels left behind—to the local zoo. A guilty-looking zookeeper shrugged.
“Leftovers from the monkey enclosure,” he said. “Figured someone could use ‘em.”