There was a little boy of seven years who didn't like bananas. They called him Jimmy Bandana.
Jimmy Bandana wasn't a popular boy. He picked his nose in public, he didn't shower regularly, and his hair was a mess. His parents chose the clothes he wore, and they didn't have good fashion sense.
Bandana was chosen to lead the expedition to the dark scary forest because he was unpopular enough to be voted as the leader. He was not equipped to lead, there was no training for the situation, they pushed you to the front and that was it. His parents thought he was leading a nature camp for young kids. And in a way he was. Except this camp had monsters. The real literal ones, not the sex perverts, who are everywhere anyway.
Jimmy bandana went along. This was a chance to prove himself. If it went South, ah well going this way was more respectful than whatever took the townsfolk, overdose, painful long cancer, or being ogred to death by random wild animals.
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