in the heart of the zoo, where the chatter and laughter of visitors create a melody, there's a tacit understanding among us inhabitants, particularly about bananas. no need for spoken words, our joy repudiates any pre-expiration gloom, rekindling fond memories with every shared glance. our responses to the sight of bananas, under the watchful eyes of our keepers, weave a narrative of companionship and silent agreements that even the most articulate of us couldn’t possibly articulate better.