QOD: Which is easier to make a model airplane out of and why: a banana peel or a wet sock?

I see you eyein’ that little eagle, ma’am. Cute, ain’t he? What’s more, you can open cans with that beak o’ his. Yup, that be a Boone original, is what. We gits folks from all over hankerin’ after Boone originals. That boy been makin’ all kinda things since he was knee high. His daddy had him a thing ‘bout makin’ use o’ whatever was layin’ around. Boy lose a sock, he go on ‘n’ use the leftover for a cleanin’ mitt, maybe. Slip it on his hand, like, dip it in the soapsuds, git washin’ this ‘n’ that. ‘Course, Boone’s daddy had him a mind was purely mundane, if’n you see what I mean. No ‘magination, nary one iota.

Guess it were that time we get us this gol durn load o’ bananas was ten times what we axed for. Some ol’ fool writ down a extra zero or somewhat. Anyhow, they all wasn’t takin’ ‘em back for love nor money. Shelf life sorta problem. So we all’s eatin’ bananas like they done gone outa style. Slicin’ ‘em up for cereal, whippin’ ‘em up in drinks, makin’ cream pies ‘n’ whatall. Lettin’ them kids go eatin’ ‘em like little monkeys ‘til they was proper sick o’ seein’ yeller.

‘Course, you know how bananas do. Nice ‘n’ yeller with maybe a tinge o’ green to start out, but couple days later they’s getting’ them little brown spots, ‘n’ it ain’t long afore they’s feelin’ a bit squishy like. We’s droppin’ the price pretty fast, thinkin’ to git rid o’ the lot, but it ain’t long afore the onliest ones even thinkin’ o’ usin’ them bananas is ladies what mean to make enough banana bread to last them a year or two.

So when we all just give right up ‘n’ go fixin’ to toss them nasty brown things, maybe even bury ‘em to discourage them little fruit flies what’s been flyin’ up our noses. That’s when Boone’s daddy show up ‘n’ say he gonna take ‘em off our hands ‘n’ haul ‘em away for a nominal charge. Yup, that just how he framed it: nominal charge. So we gives him a couple bucks ‘n’ he loads ‘em up in that donkey cart what he built him outa who knows what, ‘n’ off he go.

Next we heared, he got poor Boone shuckin’ all them bananas. Nanners, is what Boone called ‘em. Shuckin’ nanners, shuckin’ nanners. Boone’s daddy gits mixin’ them soggy middles into mash for his donkey ‘n’ this piglet what he got cheap off’n Rufus what lives over to Yon Hill. Right down cheap cuz it were the runt o’ the litter. Then he give Boone the task o’ thinkin’ up what to do with all them skins.

Now here’s where Boone gits to showin’ his artistic side. Seems he thunk it up afore he even started shuckin’ them nanners. Got him this three way peel goin’ ‘n’ sets ‘em out to dry so’s they harden in this kinda T shape. Don’t know what all else he done nor how he got figurin’ it out, but he goes addin’ a bit o’ twig here ‘n’ there.

Boone brung a bunch o’ them nanner skins down in a ol’ box one day, says will I sell his plans in the store. We all’s laughin’ a bit but tryin’ to hide it so’s not to hurt his feelin’s none, but I’s purty sure he knew. Then he takes one o’ them things outa the box ‘n’ give it a throw. Well, that little brown T goes sailin’ ‘cross the way, grabbin’ the breeze ‘n’ glidin’ a piece beyond what any o’ us ever seen a balsa plane do.

Oh, them nanner planes gits sellin’ like hotcakes. Ever kid in the holler gots to have one o’ them gen-u-ine Boone nanners. Purty soon we got folks up from Bascomb wantin’ ‘em, not just one or two for the kids, mind, but we got merchants what want to sell ‘em down there. By then, we all just about could name our own price. Git enough offa them nanner planes that Boone’s daddy done fixed up a special place for Boone to git on makin’ what he liked.

Oh, that boy gits makin’ this ‘n’ that, cute little things what gits made outa this ‘n’ that, plus they’s always a little somethin’ special to boot. Nothin’ quite so good as them nanner planes, though. Those as still got one or two can name they price, ‘n’ it ain’t peanuts, I can tell you true. Heared they even got one kept safe in a glass case in that museum down in Bascomb. Think ‘o that. A Boone Nanner Plane for the ages to come.