Kapitan
11-30-08, 01:45 PM
This is one from the top of my head based through the eyes of my little monkey who is real by the way he does exist yes he is a stuffed toy and cant read write or speak but the story is seen from his eyes as if he was real and a child who doesnt understand, it is a short story based on a real life event of mine that happend to me about 3 years ago with my girl friend.
It does not go into great detail (sorry dont want to be that open) but there is a moral to this story so hope you enjoy the read.
The Ballard of a little monkey
I stand just 8 inches tall, and I am only about 2pounds in weight but I am just a little monkey with a big story to tell.
Life for me began somewhere on a large industrial estate outside Twickenham, where I was born via artificial methods, I was then sealed in a cellophane wrapper loaded into a large crate and somehow I ended up on a shelf in a shop.
There beside me was another monkey exactly the same as me same factory same wrappers same everything.
We talked and talked day and night sometimes never stopping until one day a blonde lady picked both of us up off the shelf and took us to the counter where they put my bum over a light and the machine made a funny beeping noise.
We were then put into this bag by now we were very scared we didn’t know what lay in store for us, eventually we were pulled out of the bag by this blonde lady and my sisters wrapper was opened up, the blonde lady cuddled my sister telling her “wait till you meet daddy” I can remember thinking is she going to do the same with me as it was rather warm in my wrapper and I was curious as to who daddy was.
She didn’t take me out of the wrapper but she put my sister on her pillow that night and left me at the side of the bed, my sister was worried about me and where I was going and also who daddy was.
We didn’t talk much that night instead we slept thinking about what was in store for us and who was daddy.
The next day we were both put into a bag by the blonde lady, we listened carefully as to what she was saying she was meeting someone, could it be daddy? The bag flew off and there stood a large man well he looked large he was defiantly bigger than me; he hugged and kissed the blonde lady and said thank you before ripping my wrapper off and giving me a hug.
He called me “monkey” and the blonde lady called my sister miss, so this was really daddy!
We played around all day excited that we have a new mum and dad and they love us so much.
The day ended and I went home with daddy and sis went home with mum we didn’t see each other till the next week and again we played about we were happy here and enjoyed being with each other.
Months passed and again the same thing till one day mummy and daddy had an argument then daddy said I don’t love you anymore to mummy and mummy said the same, weeks passed I didn’t see my sister and I really missed her.
A long time has passed now since I last saw my sister I don’t think I will ever get to see her again I miss her so much and mummy too, why did daddy argue why did they say those horrible things to each other ? Why can’t I just run away and see my sister just for one day.
Daddy sat me down last night and talked to me about mummy and what she had done to his daddy and how naughty she had been to hurt his daddy and my daddy too!
I love my mummy and my sister and all I want is to see them, but daddy says it probably won’t happen now because there are too many problems between them and they can’t sort it out.
I was four years old last week I have not seen mummy or sister now for three years I really miss them I want them back but what can I do I am just a little monkey.
Monkey
Moral: love is blind and is sometimes painfully true, we make stupid mistakes and have to live with them every day, everyone at sometime in thier life has been there or is going there at some point.
Live life to the fully dont look back dont regret live for the moment not the past.
It does not go into great detail (sorry dont want to be that open) but there is a moral to this story so hope you enjoy the read.
The Ballard of a little monkey
I stand just 8 inches tall, and I am only about 2pounds in weight but I am just a little monkey with a big story to tell.
Life for me began somewhere on a large industrial estate outside Twickenham, where I was born via artificial methods, I was then sealed in a cellophane wrapper loaded into a large crate and somehow I ended up on a shelf in a shop.
There beside me was another monkey exactly the same as me same factory same wrappers same everything.
We talked and talked day and night sometimes never stopping until one day a blonde lady picked both of us up off the shelf and took us to the counter where they put my bum over a light and the machine made a funny beeping noise.
We were then put into this bag by now we were very scared we didn’t know what lay in store for us, eventually we were pulled out of the bag by this blonde lady and my sisters wrapper was opened up, the blonde lady cuddled my sister telling her “wait till you meet daddy” I can remember thinking is she going to do the same with me as it was rather warm in my wrapper and I was curious as to who daddy was.
She didn’t take me out of the wrapper but she put my sister on her pillow that night and left me at the side of the bed, my sister was worried about me and where I was going and also who daddy was.
We didn’t talk much that night instead we slept thinking about what was in store for us and who was daddy.
The next day we were both put into a bag by the blonde lady, we listened carefully as to what she was saying she was meeting someone, could it be daddy? The bag flew off and there stood a large man well he looked large he was defiantly bigger than me; he hugged and kissed the blonde lady and said thank you before ripping my wrapper off and giving me a hug.
He called me “monkey” and the blonde lady called my sister miss, so this was really daddy!
We played around all day excited that we have a new mum and dad and they love us so much.
The day ended and I went home with daddy and sis went home with mum we didn’t see each other till the next week and again we played about we were happy here and enjoyed being with each other.
Months passed and again the same thing till one day mummy and daddy had an argument then daddy said I don’t love you anymore to mummy and mummy said the same, weeks passed I didn’t see my sister and I really missed her.
A long time has passed now since I last saw my sister I don’t think I will ever get to see her again I miss her so much and mummy too, why did daddy argue why did they say those horrible things to each other ? Why can’t I just run away and see my sister just for one day.
Daddy sat me down last night and talked to me about mummy and what she had done to his daddy and how naughty she had been to hurt his daddy and my daddy too!
I love my mummy and my sister and all I want is to see them, but daddy says it probably won’t happen now because there are too many problems between them and they can’t sort it out.
I was four years old last week I have not seen mummy or sister now for three years I really miss them I want them back but what can I do I am just a little monkey.
Monkey
Moral: love is blind and is sometimes painfully true, we make stupid mistakes and have to live with them every day, everyone at sometime in thier life has been there or is going there at some point.
Live life to the fully dont look back dont regret live for the moment not the past.