The Garden Centre , a short story by anomalousanonymous. Date added: 2008-10-21. Times viewed: 701.
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- Intro: A simple story of a man who finds some monkeys living a garden centre, and his interactions with aforementioned monkeys
- In one of the more foliage-ridden areas of the garden centre I saw a family of monkeys had set up their home, unnoticed by anyone who worked there! Fantastic I thought, they're really adaptable those monkeys, lot of respect for them for that, that's for sure.
Well I started over to them and in seeing my approach their eyes were not scared but lit up with a wonderful warmness. They gathered around me and climbed my body, it was quite a weight having them all on me as they were and my knees started to buckle under the strain of them all. Suddenly they all jumped off me and one went and got an orange for me. Wonderful I thought, I could do with an orange!
They led me further into the foliage and I was shown a wonderful kingdom! Though only about ten metres by ten metres they had truly made the area their own they had all kinds of wonderful flowers and fruits all snaffled from the garden centre area and tyres hanging from metal frames and a small hut made from wicker wood and mud in the far corner. They showed me over to the hut where a fatter ape came out. I felt nervous he stood and eyed me up with an intense stare. He then clambered up my body and stuck his finger in my mouth and tasted my saliva. He started howling with apparent joy at the other monkeys who started to howl also. He must have been happy with the taste of my mouth. His finger however tasted like smelly feet and shit.
For the next ten days or so I was wined and dined as an honoured guest at their home, at night I would sleep in the hut whilst they went out and did whatever it is that they did at that time of night around the garden centre, the fat monkey stayed in most nights also. For days we played games and laughed and cheered and chased laughed and it was paradise. Until one day that is, one day in the morning the fat monkey came to me whilst I was still sleeping and started pulling at my trousers. I pushed his chubby little hand and he screamed and started beating on my leg. "What is it you stupid monkey? I said, he started to pull at my clothes some more and tore my shirt open, I threw the thing out the hut and came outside to see that all the other monkeys had taken to wearing clothes! He's obviously not very happy about clothes I think to myself. But it was much worse than that. The other monkeys had chosen me as their leader and what had just taken place in the hut was the battle for chieftainship. The fat monkey walks off to where I do not know.
At night I settle down to sleep but the monkeys surround me. It seems this night I must come with my fellow monkeys on the nights' escapades or, "monkey shenanigans" as it were. This concerned me as I had often heard them swinging about late at night, jumping from one part of the garden centre to the other. Still I go with them and sure enough they want me to jump from one very big tree into another very big tree to get over the garden centre walls, they are insisting that I do the jump first. I have to say no and walk back to camp feeling very ashamed of myself. I woke in the middle of the night and the camp had been cleared out not even the hut I fell asleep in the night before was there and the monkeys had gone, perhaps to find their estranged leader. I fell asleep again and then you woke me up asking me what I am doing sleeping in the garden centre.
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