Day 30: I'm back

At last, the moment you have waited for. Dr BanaNa has, after a long period of silence, found his voice. You are probably asking yourself; why was he silent? Did he become a monk of silence, then find the stew was actually not all it's crakced up to be? Did he grow a huge mole on his left buttock and was so horrified lost his voice, only to discover it was actually a crum from SheepSta's enormous lemon and carrot cake? Did he swallow too much goat cheese milk, thus creating an excess of hydroformulae in his large intestine which caused a violent eruption of mascolan in the liver and lead to a blockage in the second naval cavity, leading to sudden shock and a temporary bout of amnesia? Alas, though all of these incidents have happened in the sorrow tale that is my life, they are not the reason.
The real reason is that, when reacing for a carton of goat cheese milk in my cupboard, I accidently knocked over a box of extra abosrbant dry nights for when SheepSta has lemons before he goes to bed. Unfortunatley, I then slipped on a toffee rapper which was on the floor. Pulling down a tub of glucose-without-sugar on the way by accident, I was smothered by a variety of household necesaties and, because my hands were bare, came into contact with the dry nights. This took huge amounts of water from my body, and i was stuck. For many days, I was trampled on by SheepSta, trying to get him to get StaSheep, but every time he forgot. Finally, when all hope was lost, I found a small peanut lodged in between my teeth. I plucked it out and, with all my strength, used the item to act as a leaver and flicked off the dry night.
And that's about it.
Yours, as always
Dr BanaNa