No. 357: Tropius

It's a frigging flying palm tree banana brontosaurus. I don't think I even have to explain how awesome this is.

But I will anyway.

Tropius is the kind of thing one might see in a dream, flitting in the distance, its form illusory. Upon closer inspection, one begins to behold the true grandeur of the beast: the leafy foliage, the curve of the neck, the somber, knowing gaze. And the fruit. Ah, the fruit, the wonderful, wonderful fruit! Truly, in heaven or earth, there can be no fruit greater than the banana. God indeed loves his sorry creation, for he gave unto it a fruit that comes pre-wrapped, fitted perfectly for the human hand, in personal-sized servings. All the nutrition one could ask for is in the banana, and many of the pleasures as well.

But slowly, yet deliberately, the Tropius raises its magnificent head skyward, as one might lift a newborn prince of an ancient dynasty. The great beast flaps its mighty wings once, twice, and is gone. Suddenly, the dream ends, and one must face the unhappiness of reality once more. One may find the pillow wet with tears, shed at the dream-sight of a thing so wondrous, so pure, it could not exist in our world.

All that lingers is the faraway tropical scent of bananas, a final reminder that we are not living in the best of all worlds. For the wonder-fauna called Tropius is only a dream. But then, are dreams only dreams, and gods, only gods? No, it is a dream, but so much more than that.

Eat a banana today, and remember. Remember that most majestic of dreams, that dream called... Tropius.


Overall: 10/10