THE LEGEND OF THE FIRST BANANA FRUIT
THE LEGEND OF THE FIRST BANANA FRUIT
Once, there was an extremely beautiful princess, became of which she was called Mariang Maganda (Maria, the beautiful one). Her house was near a small forest which grew many delightful flowering plants. Every day the young princess would go about picking flowers found there and place them nicely in a basket to bring home with her. As soon as she arrived home, she would sting the flowers together to form a long lay of flowing colors. Then she would put them around herself starting at the hair, ringing them around her neck and let the rest flow down around her waist. She was beautiful to last. One day, when she was taking a stroll, she met a young prince who happened to pass by. The prince was very handsome. When she first saw the prince she felt a strong sensation for him. So did the prince for her. They exchange pleasantries and search each other’s feelings out. Everyday from then on they would go out together, until one day the prince revealed his true feelings to the princess. So since the princess had long et her heart for the prince, she didn’t hesitate anymore and at once accepted his love for her. One afternoon after their usual walk together, the two engaged in a most intimate conversation under the sweet-scented plants kept by the princess. “Mariang Maganda”, how lovely your flowers are, but the flowers in our kingdom are far more beautiful and fragrant. None of those here could compare with them.” “Really? Tell me where your kingdom is?” “Yonder in those parts where no mortals can go. After a little while more, the prince bade goodbye with a sad look in his face. This prompted Mariang Maganda to ask the prince the reason why. “Well it’s because …” the prince couldn’t find the right words to explain himself. “Well, because of what? What seems to be the trouble?” the princess kept asking, suspecting something was wrong. “I must return home, if not, I will not be able to return home to our kingdom
Once, there was an extremely beautiful princess, became of which she was called Mariang Maganda (Maria, the beautiful one). Her house was near a small forest which grew many delightful flowering plants. Every day the young princess would go about picking flowers found there and place them nicely in a basket to bring home with her. As soon as she arrived home, she would sting the flowers together to form a long lay of flowing colors. Then she would put them around herself starting at the hair, ringing them around her neck and let the rest flow down around her waist. She was beautiful to last. One day, when she was taking a stroll, she met a young prince who happened to pass by. The prince was very handsome. When she first saw the prince she felt a strong sensation for him. So did the prince for her. They exchange pleasantries and search each other’s feelings out. Everyday from then on they would go out together, until one day the prince revealed his true feelings to the princess. So since the princess had long et her heart for the prince, she didn’t hesitate anymore and at once accepted his love for her. One afternoon after their usual walk together, the two engaged in a most intimate conversation under the sweet-scented plants kept by the princess. “Mariang Maganda”, how lovely your flowers are, but the flowers in our kingdom are far more beautiful and fragrant. None of those here could compare with them.” “Really? Tell me where your kingdom is?” “Yonder in those parts where no mortals can go. After a little while more, the prince bade goodbye with a sad look in his face. This prompted Mariang Maganda to ask the prince the reason why. “Well it’s because …” the prince couldn’t find the right words to explain himself. “Well, because of what? What seems to be the trouble?” the princess kept asking, suspecting something was wrong. “I must return home, if not, I will not be able to return home to our kingdom