The Midnight Wanderer

In the deep, mysterious hours of the night, when everyone’s asleep and only

the crickets dare to speak, a tall shadow moves through the fields — Dannegre Tonitoniton,

the midnight wanderer. With his towering frame and skin darker than a moonless sky,

he searches for the lucky banana trees that grow only under chaos and confusion.

They say when the wind howls and the leaves rustle like they’re gossiping, that’s him — doing

his ritual of the holes, tapping each banana trunk three times: “toni,

toni, ton!” 🌕 By sunrise, new banana trees appear out of nowhere.

Nobody knows how. Nobody asks why. They just whisper, “He’s done it again… Dannegre Tonitoniton.”