Minerva crossed herself.  

She'd never found time to do advanced training.

Now she'd walked into the unknown without even a chart.

Irma had warned her to never go beyond the Shelves She Knew.

But it was Irma's own life at stake, and she could do nothing else.

Carefully she'd marked each shelf she passed, one trail amidst many.

Somewhere, though, she'd lost her way.  

In this library even three lefts do not right make.

The books unnerved her, but worse was the approaching silence.

A brown shape dropped to the floor in front of her...

...and offered her a banana.