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on Tue 29 Jan 02, 8:16 PM to billybofh's blog.
The monkey travelled long and far.
He had been told of the fabled treasure of which he now saught, many years before. His imagination had been ablaze when he first heard of the hallowed, sacred object.
Now he was almost upon it.
He could hardly contain himself. His fur was damp with monkey-hormone (which is how he had gotten his nickname of "slippymonkey"). If only any of the other monkeys had realised that when his fur got damp, he needed to be buffed with lemon-peel until he calmed down.
They had been so cruel. So mean......
But there! There it was!
Stairs.
He had found... Stairs.
Just imagine.
He was the first monkey _ever_ to find the stairs. Many had tried of course, the fables went back for generations.
But he had *seen* them.
My god.
He rubbed a little lemon-peel on his fur.
The stairs were perfect. They went up and up... almost three feet. To heaven practically.
He noticed a sign beside them.
"Not the _real_ stairs" it said.
The monkey felt relieved. He put the lemon in the flap of skin which hung down from his scrotum and carried on. He sang as he went.
The lemon felt aggrieved.
Edited Tue 29 Jan 02, 8:28 PM by billybofh
