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By: Jason Sinkhorn
It was a dark night, just like any other night. It was a bit overcast but a few miniscule stars managed to peek out every now and then. The moon looked like a giant orangish-yellow punching balloon. It gave the clouds an almost eerie glow. There was a familiar smell on the air. That of three of four fast food restaurants were having a cook off. The customers were piling in to them tonight for some reason. I guess they must have been hungry or something like that. I didn't think tonight would be any different than the many before it. But it was to be a night I would not ever forget. A new sound plagued my ears. It was coming closer to me every second. I hid behind a small rock. Okay so it wasn't a rock. A pebble perhaps. You see I am a Spider Monkey, and my name is Spittle. I've been walking the streets of this city for about three weeks. I broke out of the zoo. They put me in cage. I fit through the bars though. They can't hold me. I'm probably the only known spider monkey that lives on his own in the city. That sound is very near now. Just around the corner maybe. I don't see anything coming down this dark, back alley. A few cats is all, but I can handle them. They can't make this sound. It is sounds like a carnival with rabies. I can hear voices too now. I think a few people just left the meat patty place. They fed me the other day. They didn't mean to though. I sneaked in and swung up onto the handrail, unnoticed by anyone. Then I jumped straight into a rack of hot apple pies and a piece of black-lined chicken. It was the biggest meal I had ever had. That annoying sound is right in front of me now, but I can't see what is causing it. I'm sneaking through the piles of boxs, noodles, kitty litter, and a dead body. What an interesting city I've chose. It seems that the sounds are coming from a sort of box thing with a stick coming out of it. The man turning the stick device is dancing like this racket is music. He's spotted me. Crap. Oh well. I'll play along for now.
"Eee eee eee eeee" I say to him in my high pitched shrill spider monkey voice.
"Well hello there. Do you like my musics. I like my musics. It make me smiles."
I don't understand what this man is getting at. He is relatively short, but with decent posture. His face looks like a Pekinese dog. Kind of flat on his head. He carries the music box on a cord around his neck. He has a leathery looking coat that covers him down to just below his knees. He is quite mysterious looking, but he seems to have the intelligence of a deer standing in headlights. He has a Snicker bar in his left inside jacket pocket. I can smell it. I think I will attach myself to his jacket.
"Well you's just go on ahead and jump on little friend. I's going down town to gets me some foods. I's kindly hungry. I's got me a Snicker bars in my pocket there. By the ways, I's name Sam, but people calls me bum."
I feel sorry for this poor man. He is kind yet not bright. I shall reveal my
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