A Clue To The Future

Terence, Farky and the Magpie stare into the Big Banana.

In front of them is a barrier.

Something glows at the far end.

I'll fly in first, says the Magpie.

First and last, says Farky.

The Magpie flies in.

Floof-floof-whap! The Magpie's wings flap against the walls of the Big Banana.

At the entrance, Farky's tooth stumps tingle.

We're just stumps, say the teeth. Stumps that remember.

My teeth remember what's going to happen, says Farky.

That's rubbish, says Terence. Ask them how we get in.

How do we get in? asks Farky.

The teeth have no answer. It's the wrong question.

The Magpie flies back.

Easy, says the Magpie.

He opens the barrier, from the inside.

Terence enters the Big Banana.

Farky waits at the entrance, for a clue to the future.

But that's between him and his teeth. Let's follow Terence.

Terence follows the Magpie. Floof-whap. Scrack-scrack.

His little cement feet scrape the floor, releasing a faint scent of isoamyl acetate.

The glow at the end of the tunnel grows brighter.

Nearly there, says the Magpie.

Where? asks Terence.

You'll see, says the Magpie.

The glow comes from a humming glass door.

The inside of the glass door is covered in red droplets.

A bottle of raspberry flavoured Powerade has exploded.