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From “The Monkey” by Shel Silverstein
Five little monkeys jumping on a bed.
Monkey see, monkey do.
The Kindergarten Monkey, a poem
by Amanda Lynn
To the delight of all the children
the monkey came out of no where
dashed across the preschool playground
swiftly climbed to the top of the monkey bars
jumped from there to an overhanging branch
scurried across it
then almost as if he could fly
jumped over all their heads
and landed on the roof of the small school house;
he was gone in an instant
and though they ran
to the other side of the school house
he was no where to be found;
they would read in the newspaper the next day
that he’d escaped from the circus
and they would follow news of the search for him
until the newspaper editors had either lost interest
or forgotten about him
but he remains a legend
among the those children
There really are places in the heart you don’t even know exist until you love a child.
The Love Monkey, a story
by Justin Thyme
The child’s mother had died when she was only one and a half. The father was rich, so he could afford the best care possible. Caregiving was simply not the problem, but love was. The child rejected all the nurses, and there was always something dark and morose about her. She would not smile, nor would she laugh. It was unnatural, and her father spent many hours worrying over her. He became somewhat desperate.
They lived in a large estate in Brazil, near the jungle. It was not unusual for wild animals to occasionally make it onto their massive grounds. Occasionally, some even approached the house. However, it was exceedingly rare for an animal to make it inside the house. Yet this is what happened. The weather had been unusually cool and dry. The windows had been left open, even in the child’s room. The caregiver had stepped out for a few minutes, and then to her surprise, she heard a delightful laughter coming from the room. She returned quickly to see what was happening.
She was terrified at first. There was a large monkey in front of the child. Clearly, it had come in through the open window. Yet even before the caregiver could scream for help, she could tell that the monkey and the child had struck up a friendly relationship. The monkey was strutting about putting on a show for the little girl. Then, it would go over to her, give her a cute little monkey kiss and sit by her. The girl smiled from ear to ear at this. She was so happy.
Without scaring off the monkey, the girl’s father was called in. He was not unfamiliar with wild animals, and he knew there were dangers. But the monkey and the girl got along so well, he could not at all bring himself to separate them. In fact, the monkey appeared to be female, and it seemed to have adopted the little girl. The affection the monkey showed for the little girl was deep and genuine. More importantly, the father had finally found a way to bring some happiness back to his little girl. It had been so long since she had last laughed.
There was nothing else to do, but to adopt the monkey. Everyone told him how dangerous this might be, but he refused to listen. None of them had seen how sad his daughter had been. The monkey had brought life back into her heart. He could never explain it or even begin to understand their relationship. But it never ended. In fact, as the monkey grew old, the roles somewhat switched. His teenage daughter became the caregiver and the comforter until the day she had to lay the monkey to rest. But this time, the daughter accepted the death gracefully. She said a prayer and gave blessing, and thanked the monkey for what it had given her. The father thanked the monkey, as well, always knowing it had brought his daughter back to him.
Monkey Talk, a poem
by Sock Poet
Well, they say monkeys don’t talk
and I say don’t you squawk;
monkeys may not be Mr. Spock,
but they sure do talk.
I was out there in the jungle
and I heard a monkey say
sweet, baby, hey, hey, hey,
and that wasn’t just a mumble.
You see, monkeys got a lot to say,
and all you’ve gotta do is listen,
because their words sure do glisten,
and that’s for each and every day.
No, it’s not just jibber-jabber
signifying a whole lot of blabber,
it’s words that’ll get you blushing,
so careful, don’t you start gushing.
Sweet, baby, hey, hey, hey
that’s what monkeys like to say,
so don’t you say they don’t talk
because that’s just a squawk.
Monkey Games, a story
by Jav Lynn
The boy loved the old zoo. He especially loved the monkey cage, where they allowed the monkeys to stick their hands out and get some food. He always begged his mother to buy him the special treats that the guests were allowed to give to the monkeys. It happened one cold winter Saturday, when the zoo was nearly empty, that the father came with the boy instead of the mother—he bought some monkey treats for his son to give to the monkeys. Then, his father, who loved to sketch things, went across the clearing, set up a board, and in the wind began to sketch some birds.
The boy was mostly alone, though he could see his father, and his father could see him. Well, the treats ran out right away, for the monkeys always gobbled them up with great speed. So next the boy sat down at the bench in front of the cage and began to play his handheld game console. What he didn’t see, was that right behind him, one of the monkeys was watching and observing the boy quite carefully.
In fact, it began to call out to the boy with all sorts of squeaks and squawks. The boy turned to look at the monkey sheepishly. “I’m sorry. I don’t have any more treats,” he said. But the monkey just stuck his hand out of the bars, and then opened and closed his fist. The boy looked down, and suddenly realized what the monkey wanted—it wanted the handheld game console. So the boy, reset the current game, and handed console over to the monkey.
The game was a simple version of alien invaders, where a little ship simply went back and forth, shooting missiles up at the invading aliens. The monkey had watched the boy for a while, and now, he appeared to be able to play the game. It hooted and hollered as it played and various aliens were vaporized. However, finally the monkey got his own ship demolished, and the game screen stated, “game over.”
The monkey shook the game. It screamed a bit. Then, finally, with a pleading look it passed the console back to the boy, who reset it, and handed it back to the monkey. Again, the monkey started to play the game. Only this time, the monkey had figured out how to reset the game. The boy was quite amused at this, but he wondered if he would get his game back at all.
It was not long before the zookeepers realized what was happening. They watched in amazement. When finally the game was taken away from the monkey, it grew very upset and almost despondent. When the monkey was told he could play some more tomorrow, he seemed to understand, and to feel better.
Now if you visit this zoo at between one and two o’clock you’ll find this monkey sitting in a corner of the cage and playing his video game. The zoo keepers found they had no choice, because the only way to make the poor monkey happy was to let him play a little each day!
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