Peace and Love.
“The Little Red Monkey”
Once there was a red monkey. No he
does not have a name. But he does have a story; it’s happy and sad.
This little red monkey was a know it
all, never listening to people who were older than him. They would warn him not
to do stupid things: chew your bananas before you swallow them, never throw
your poop at the humans, and always pay attention to street signs.
“Yea, yea, yea,” the little red
monkey would say, rolling his eyes in a typical young monkey fashion (young
monkeys, you see, act very similar to human kids.. well at least in this
story).
One day the little red monkey went
for a ride on his bike. He went out to the busy, bustling city, which was full
of people on this day. The little red monkey was super fast on his bike,
speeding around turns and nearly running over tourists; they had to scatter a
few times to get out of the way.
“Slow down, little red monkey!” the
older monkeys and even the humans would say. The little red monkey just laughed
and increased his speed.
He was having so much fun that he
didn’t even notice the speed limit sign that said “15 mph”. The little red
monkey laughed and laughed, until he got to the train tracks; again he was
having so much fun that he didn’t even see the sign that said “STOP HERE WHEN
FLASHING”. And he didn’t see the train.
No
one knows what happened to the little red monkey. Some say that he died, right
then and there; others say that he’s a ghost that now haunts the train tracks
and the passing trains; still, others say that he was never really alive, that
he was a vampire from the start.
I personally believe that he is a
vampire monkey ghost. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
