First thing in the morning that too. I woke up. Sat up. Looked out of the window. In precisely that order. And there it was sitting on the tree branch outside, its long tail hanging down.
"That's really a long tail," I said to myself, more astonished by the length of its tail than by the sight of a monkey in the heart of Golpark.
I rubbed my eyes to see clearer, planning to reach out for the phone camera next.
But the rubbing broke the dream. It wasn't a monkey at all.
A crow stared back at me from the branch.
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funky monkey :D
bow to the crow. :P
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