Story 4: The Apple Tree An apple tree growing deep in the wood. The squirrel drove through the woods, carrying his arms in the air, only stopped because a policeman started chasing him. The policeman stopped the chase by offering to take the monkey to the police station. Aardvarks can survive for about a year with food that can be stored in large holes in the ground. The monkey started digging a big hole, dragging an apple under his nose. But, before the policeman started the drive, the monkey had already eaten the apple, all the juice had dripped down to the ground. Then the monkey became a sweet smelling aardvark, eating the hole and covering it with soil. Who is the strongest? The policeman was driving home when a small monkey jumped onto the front of his car. He tried to drive away, but the monkey was now sitting on the front of the car, trying to bite the policeman's hand. The policeman suddenly jumped out of the car and drove away as fast as he could. What do monkeys say? A monkey named Lou said to his family that he needed money to buy oranges, so his family got him a big juice box. Lou sat on the sofa with the juice box in his hands. Lou's owner went to drive through the woods, and when Lou heard the car drive, he got up and followed the car. When the owner stopped the car at a large hole in the ground, Lou started shaking the steering wheel with his paws, making the car go faster and faster. Soon the car had driven through the woods, speeding along a straight road. The driver had driven too fast and accidentally drove through the middle of the apple tree, when suddenly the car began to rise up. The driver jumped out of the car and made a cupboard hole. The cupboard hole disappeared and Lou, still sitting on the sofa, put a monkey in the cupboard hole and drove away. The monkey sat in the hole, stealing apples from the garden and driving fast through the woods. When Lou's family returned home, Lou started showing them the cupboard hole. Lou drove the car with all his might, but still the cupboard hole did not get smaller. Lou's family started to chase him, bringing their arms to their mouths, the driver took out a rifle and shot the monkey right in the middle of the cupboard hole. Next we saw the policeman driving through the woods. The policeman turned right, and as he drove along the lane he suddenly felt something touch his hand. He stopped the car, taking out a cup and said: "Someone was climbing on my car, I do not know who, but please give me an apple.” ============================================== Story 5: The Fuzzy-Eyed Owl and the Fuzzy-Eyed Stinky Monkey Once upon a tree, there lived a fuzzy-eyed owl with a fuzzy-eyed stinky monkey, their friends, their keeper, and their keeper's owl. The fuzzy-eyed owl had been a pet monkey in a past life and was tortured to learn to be an owl. The fuzzy-eyed owl would have been pleased if he could have learned to fly like an owl but he couldn't. His stinky monkey body was so filled with monkey stench that he could barely breathe. He learned to smell like a stinky monkey but it was no good. He was trapped, he was so useless to his keeper and his stinky monkey stench was so hard to break. The stinky monkey owl and his fuzzy-eyed owl friends lived like that. But one day the fuzzy-eyed owl was tricked into falling out of a tree while chasing a pesky squirrel. He fell to the ground and passed out. When he woke up he was confused. He wasn't in his cage, he was in a tree, he was so fuzzy-eyed and so fat that he fell right out of his stinky monkey stinky owl body. Story 6: March of Planet Monkeyville And then suddenly there were monkeys, dozens of monkeys, marching from the shadows. They were smiling. I guess that means good things, right? Or they could be monkeys from Planet Monkeyville. I didn't know. I didn't really care. As I hurried out of my door, knowing the others were right behind me and leaving me free to pretend I didn't see the monkeys, I realized I wasn't really thinking about them or about the upcoming game, or about Chloe, or about Chloe's sister. All of that had faded, as the last lingering hints of the smell of the monkey costume lingered, always reminding me of something I thought I had left behind long ago. One moment. One quick one. One second. One ugly nightmare. "It's just one monkey," I whispered in the darkness of the ceiling above me, struggling to get my shirt off. There were only a few buttons left and I struggled to unclasp them one by one, until finally I was able to slip my black tuxedo shirt off and toss it into a pile on the floor.
