A Gentle Giant's Snack

I climbed up onto the dining table because I spotted a lovely, curved yellow banana sitting right in the ceramic fruit bowl. It looked wonderfully ripe. My mechanical arm is heavy and clicks when I move, so I was very careful not to rattle the bowl or knock into the wooden salt shaker next to it. Using both hands gently, I loosened one banana from the bunch. I didn't even bruise the skin. It felt nice to sit quietly beside the fruit under the soft evening lamp, just admiring my prize.