Once upon a time in a far away fictional kingdom, called Fruitland, there existed  a tiny, miniature  village that was hidden in the heart of an enchanted forest. The golden sun shone brilliantly from the cloudless sky and lit up the bustling village of animated veggie and fruits. 

Everyone got along - well, apart from Lazy Banana, because the bright yellow, super skinny fruit was considered very childish. He was tall, but scrawny and feeble-looking , too. He was too timid and unconfident to do anything on his own.

“Pretty pleaaaase, Mr Broccoli, please accompany me to the loo,” he whined (pleaded).

“Go away!” Mr Broccoli bellowed  and thumped him on the head. 

Unfortunately, no one took him seriously. Everyone mistook his immature behaviour for laziness, and that is how he earned his nickname , “Lazy Banana”. 

Things went from bad to worse when the lonely banana started to chat with an adorable stray dog and claimed that she had the power to converse with animals. The villagers thought she was as mad as a Hatter.

“You’re bonkers!” one celery stick cried in insult.

You’re bananas!” mocked  a round, bright red apple. 

A single tear rolled down Lazy Banana’s cheek and he trudged  away into the thick of the woods to hide from his cruel  neighbours. 

Suddenly, crunch, stomp, stamp. Lazy Banana gazed up at a horrible shadow of Max, the bloodthirsty hunter! Lazy Banana’s mouth hung wide open and he shivered all over  as he spied Max’s big buck teeth and camouflage overalls, covered in veggie and fruit juice.

Max was famous for terrorising all the inhabitants of Fruitland, and he was about to attack them again! Lazy Banana hid in the shade of a tall tree and held his breath as he watched Max tiptoe towards the village.

“Oh-no! Oh-no! Oh-no!” Lazy Banana thought to himself. “What to do? Who is going to listen to me?” 

Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed up in his mind and Lazy Banana’s eyes lit up like stars in the night sky. At once, she dashed down to the river to call upon his friends, friends who had powerful jaws and sharp, pointy teeth. 

Now, you may be thinking, what on earth is Lazy Banana doing charging towards a bask of crocodiles for? Well, he wasn’t about to become anybody's dinner because she knew how to speak to animals!

“Help! Help!” yelled Lazy Banana, and one by one, the muscular crocodiles clambered out of the water onto the lush green grass.

Max came crashing into the Fruitland. Letting out a deep, hollow laugh, “Muahahahahahaha!” he grabbed one plump, juicy peach with his large, grubby (dirty) hand. 

Everyone in Fruitland was scared stiff. As everyone ran around in circles, desperate to avoid Max’s grabbing hands and stomping feet, Mayor of Fruitland, Mr Pineapple tried to put on a brave face and calm everyone .

But just as malicious  Max was about to sink his huge buck teeth into Miss Peach, Lazy Banana showed up with his team of snapping crocodiles. 

SNAP! CRACK! 

One of the crocodiles snapped his jaw around his ankle.

“YEEOOWWW!” yelped Max and he looked down in horror at huge black gnashing  teeth. 

“YEEOOWWW!” cried Max once more as one of the green beasts nipped his bottom. That was enough to send him packing