How Dust Got Started

Way before all of this the land was clean, so was the air and none of the animals sneezed and if you were to ask them something like, 'Do you have a damp cloth?', they would just laugh at you.

Now, one time there was this monkey - and one time this monkey was eating a banana. The sun was right up in the middle of the blue sky... a wind blew slightly and tickled nicely the monkey's armpits.
At halfway though the banana the monkey stopped. It was the first time he'd ever done that. He held the banana out at arms length and looked - and thought.
'Man I reckon this'd have to be the best banana I ever had. The best banana on a perfect day.'
He moved his tongue against roof of his mouth, and tasted his breath and savored. He turned the banana side on and scratched his head.

I'll back up a bit here, 'cause I hear you asking, 'What about the details? What sort of monkey was this?'
Well it was a chimpanzee.

Now maybe you're thinking, 'Well chimps always were a bit neurotic ... ', but don't pass off the story yet - because - while this was happening, far away around the land a Gorilla was going through the exact same situation (Y'know the gorilla's zoo-name is Gorilla Gorilla Gorilla. You gotta love that). The exact same situation except it was night instead of day - and under the big old moon - not the sun.

He turned the banana side on and scratched his head. Something got dug up there under his fingernail which was weird. The monkey put his finger to his nose and sniffed which made him sneeze. He dug his finger in and all around in hope of stopping the weirdness but it was no help.
(Incidentally - that's how snot got started, but that's another story. That is the story right there.)
Anyway ... The monkey turned the banana side on and scratched his head.
'Two more big mouthfuls or four little ones'. He tilted his head so as to see the nanna a different way, scratched his head again and stopped smiling.

It came to the monkey that either way, soon, this perfect banana would be gone.
He thought of saving it, and not eating the rest at all, but it was common knowledge amongst the monkeys that bananas didn't keep very well once opened.
Like being spider-bitten the monkey bounced around shrieking. He dashed the half-banana 'gainst the pebbles in horror and powerlessness.
His arm and leg skin crawled and he scratched wildly at it.

The monkey raced hand over foot climbing up the nearest tallest tree right to the top. He looked out above and raised his arms to the sun, screeching, 'Are you the same?' But the monkey was too freaked to wait for an answer.
He scratched more at his legs arms chest - and the bits of his back that'e could reach. His eyes rolled wildly and the white bits showed - and some of the white bits stayed.
He scratched and scratched and dandruff and dead skin cells scattered all over the joint. The hair started to come out too.

And that's how dust got started.

Team Sunny Breaks, 2001