The true story of Zorro
It is not widely known (or generally understood) that I, Zorro, the great avenger of all that needs avenging, am a banana.
"A banana!" you say, "that is not possible."
But you are wrong. Not only is it possible, it is true.
And if the truth must be told (and indeed it must!) the life of a masked super hero banana is not an easy life.
Each moment is fraught. One moment with peril, another with danger, and many, many moments are fraught with mystery.
Unlike a breakfast banana who knows his or her fate, I awake each morning uncertain what the day will bring.
It could be adventure, it could be intrigue, it could be that I am forced to look evil in the eye and chase it down to save all of human kind.
I will never get to be like the other bananas that come in bunches; I, Zorro, am always alone, but I do what I do gladly, and it is my pleasure and joy (however painful) to always be at the service of those in need.