Banana-fana for Franna

I've come to recognize the words "banana", "nana", "B-A-N-A-N-A" and "Nanners" as all meaning one thing, and that's that yellowish fruit that I can earn merely for lying down and then twirling on my hind legs on command. I love everything about the banana: the way it peals and reveals itself slowly, the ripping sound of its skin and the scent that it releases. I love its texture and the taste is to die for. I used to question why I had teeth at all. I don't bite anyone, kibble is small enough I can just inhale it, and the teeth that I've been given seem to be worthless in putting a dent in my nyla bone. Bananas have made my teeth even more irrelevant. Regardless of the size of the chunk my parents give me, I've never needed to chew once!