In which Monkey falls in love, finds out that Michael Jackson is not dead and takes candy and gifts from undead strangers.
In which Monkey falls in love, finds out that Michael Jackson is not dead and takes candy and gifts from undead strangers.
People ask me, they say, "Monkey, you and Purple spend so much time together. Do you ever fight?" Indeed, we do fight. While on our vacation a fight started over maple syrup… in a fashion.
It started at breakfast. Purple was allowed to sit on the breakfast table, among the muffins, bananas and coffee. I was held in the sticky fingers of the boy, until I was literally painted with maple syrup. The reason given for my being concealed on a lap, while Purple enjoyed a view and a prime seat was this: "Purple is dressed. You're naked."
Upon returning to the room, there were nefarious plans afoot. I was to take a bath with maple syrup boy. I leapt out the window onto some shrubbery, but not before sharing harsh words with Purple.
Purple took to drink.
Please send clothes. I'm a size preemie.
Thank you.
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