Enter the Monkey
Part of the plan was to have a pinata and the best one I found was a monkey holding a banana. This was the time for the Monkey to shine. It was its destiny to be beaten until broken. It is what it was raised to be and now it was time to fulfill that dream.
Hung by a string from the upstairs balcony it floated in midair awaiting crunch time. It was full of joy and candy as a mixed bag from the grocery store was emptied out into its insides. One hour went by, two hours went by, three hours went by and then finally a flock of students came around the corner with a plastic bat in hand.
The first hit drew no candy and the monkey laughed and taunted the students as if it were mocking them for not getting him on the first attempt. The next student the same and then again nothing. Finally the whacks took their toll and candy exploded from a hole opened up beneath the back of the head. Alas with candy in hand the students withdrew from inflicting pain and went on to discuss where they were going to go for the after party party.
The Monkey survived but was it a good thing? Over the next few months the Monkey sat in the student work area, each day reliving the torture and being mocked by not fulfilling its destiny of dying a good death as every pinata should. Just like Lieutenant Dan in Forest Gump, pain swelled up for not continuing the family legacy which for the Monkey was perishing at a party. The Monkey's mother, father, brother and sister had all suffered an end to its existence but not the Monkey.
Seconds lasted minutes, minutes lasted hours, hours lasted days and days lasted weeks as time stood still for the Monkey. At the end of June he looked around and something was happening. Things were changing and items from the room disappearing. Then all of a sudden the Monkey was whisked away from its spot on top of a bookshelf, thrown in a box, hauled to another building and placed in an area that looked like a conference room.
After noticing glaring looks from passerbys, a feeling of being disliked was added to the feeling of shame. His time in the room was shortlived, however, as he was soon moved into a room next door.
Deciding to make the most of his time and stop feeling sorry for himself, the Monkey chose to pass on wisdom to people walking by with short messages such as chinese proverbs or intelligent sayings.
Things were going great for the Monkey as he became fond of his three best friends in the video office. He started to see all of them wearing headphones a lot and so to fit in decided to put headphones on himself. The messages were well received and the Monkey turned his sad, despressed lifestyle into one with joy.
Then one day a new member of the office was introduced and things turned again for the Monkey. A Beta fish named Sir Chester Wilson Marbles III came and started getting all the attention. Instagram photos were now being taken of the fish instead of the Monkey, days would go by without messages being posted and the fish was being fed. The Monkey never received food.
The fish laughed at the Monkey for all the attention it had taken away from him. Every day the fish would swim back and forth laughing away. This drove the Monkey crazy and hatred swelled up. The Monkey knew that the only way to make things right again was to kill Sir Chester Wilson Marbles III. As seen by the fish chalk outline the Monkey's message is getting across.
This story to be continued .....
