“They start peeling, keep peeling, keep peeling then there’s nothing left!”
Like a banana. Throw out the skin and the bone and there’s nothing left to eat.
The mountain man agrees to come down from his mountain cabin after years of his city nephew’s pleading.
The nephew takes him to a large grocery store in Wheeling. The old man had never seen a banana.
Again at his nephew’s request—he eats one.
“So what do you think, uncle?”
“Not bad, not bad at all.” replies the mountaineer.
“Would you like to take a bunch back with you?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“`cause I already got a lot of wants I cain’t satisfy.”
Bone in a banana?