NONfiction-FICTION: The Ugly Monkey Tales

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It's first memories were of being worried about walking on the floor, as if some floor monster would reach up through it like a vaporous ghost and pull the poor creature down. Standing it's little tailless body on the recliner or on the couch did not quite seem safe enough but oddly,there was no chandelier to swing from. This apartment was just an average place to be kept hidden from people in case the monkey jabbered its incoherent language that may cause a second look back at its rough hideousness.
No symetry, biggest tiny round head... must a description sully a mind not tainted by the horrific visual of such a cruel happenstance? Mother Cuckoo had put a pink dress on it, much as people outfit their pet lapdogs. She was around 21 or 22years old, too young for the responsibilities of caring for any living animal up to 3or 4 years old or into any younger or older age. Though it could speak a few english words as expected of a normal human child, "Mommy", did not answer when called on.
The ugly monkey looked at her from over the back of the recliner. It wasn't interested in the cartoon of a fat caveman yelling all the time . It hated the colors and wanted the television off but could not leave the safety of the chair, false as it was.
"Mommy."
The vacant woman was a beautiful blonde sitting at the table near thr kitchenette behind the living room, behind the recliner. She was awake and yet appeared to be sleeping. She remained sitting,motionless and mute. With a 5 or 6 year-old daughter in first grade, it would be understandable that the woman was taking a quick vacation in her mind. Except, she seemed totally outsourced, with blank eyes that stared forward towards a wall to the right of the ugly monkey .
"Mommy."
There was no reponce. The little ugly monkey felt totally abandoned as it waited for her to wake up. It remembered that this seemed to have happened more than once. There were days that the ugly monkey just could not leave the safety of that chair... or the false safety of the couch, wherever it was when something needed to be turned off, as there were many things aimed at the creature, things it did not like.
There was a cartoon about a bunch of weird people in a weird. band that had cat ears and cat tails. The ugly monkey really hated that one. And there was an annoyance of a group that traveled in a van,solved crimes and ran around getting chased by monsters before unmasking the monster as a human trying to scam, then there was talk of food between the hippie and a talking dog... And then that REALLY annoying little dog always wanting to fight as if a scaredy cat dog wasn't intolerable enough, made the whole thing even worse. The ugly monkey had no choice but to brave hopping across the floor to turn the channel or turn it off.
After a while, mother cuckoo would snap out of her daze and fix an egg sandwich for lunch or dinner. The broiled toast was always good. Six year-old Christabelle would get home from school and play with the creature that mother cuckoo had told her, "Look what I've brought you, a little... something."
Cuckoo laughs hard. "I said little sister. I didn't say... 'something .'"
(to be continued.)