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The Monkey Somehow I acquired a pet monkey. He was pretty tame and would play catch if you threw something to him. He would sit and make funny faces and if you sat and talked to him his mouth would sort of smile as if he understood and was making fun of you. He never bit anyone and I never felt threatened by him. I kept him for a couple of weeks in a cage in the arms room. One day he got loose in the arms room and went nuts. As I approached the arms room that morning I heard the most God-awful racket and knew either Charlie had magically gotten into my arms room or the monkey had escaped inside. I panicked. I knew the little thing was smart and wasn’t sure if it could somehow arm itself or not. When I finally got the arms room unlocked and opened the door the monkey was going bananas. He went totally crazy swinging around the room, throwing anything he could get a hold of doing some kind of pissed-off monkey-bark. He was a pretty smart little guy and I was afraid he was going to get a hold of some weapons and start his own little war right there in the arms room. I don’t remember how we caught him; I just remember that calm, happy little pet going completely crazy. Not long after that I had to let the little guy go because, of course, he was not an army issue monkey. Dave Hughes |
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