I‘ve always loved monkeys. As a child I desperately wanted one as a pet, even though I was told that they were dirty and smelly and would bite. My sock monkey “Charlie” was my favourite toy, and I was devastated when he was lost in a move (though when I was a young adult my grandma gifted me with a new Charlie monkey, which is still in my possession). Though I’m not much of a collector, I do have several of the wise trio of “See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil” monkeys around my home.
Monkeys. Huh.
100 Words, 05/28/2008
