Prelude

There was once a heretofore unknown Muslim story about a man who had not been too great with women.

Unknown because I was sitting under a banana tree in our farm as a kid, and a whole bunch of bananas fell next to me and a bright angelic figure appeared who then told me to write this down.

No, bananas don't fall in a bunch but a whole stalk. A stalk has about ten ... twelve racks which works out to about fifty combs when cut. Perhaps, eighty. Banana stalks are also too tough so they don't fall from a tree at all unless the stalk had been cut.

Since my childhood schizophrenia was quite long ago, I might have to fill in parts missing from my memory or apparent gaps the angelic figure carelessly left unfilled. However, you won't be able to tell which parts are real and which are fillers.


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