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a Monkey

“Why don’t we have wings?” Baby Monkey asked his Mama while Dorothy cried for her lost Toto on the TV.

“Because we’re domesticated monkeys,” Mama answered as she perused the morning paper’s coupons. “Only Hollywood monkeys have wings.”

“But why are they so special?”

Annoyed that Baby was interrupting her “Mama” time, she snipped, “Because they found a magic hat that gave them wings, and they all flew to Hollywood since that’s the only place where people would think flying monkeys have potential.”

“What’s potential?”

“Oh, Baby, ask your father when he gets home from work! Mama’s busy. Go watch your TV and leave me alone to finish my reading.”

Baby Monkey crept to the TV. Dorothy had stopped sobbing. She was on a mission to save Toto with her unusual friends. Baby was still thinking about the winged monkeys. And their magic hat. What if he could find a magic hat? Would it give him wings, too?

Moments later, Baby Monkey rummaged through his parents’ closet, tossing every hat box and cap he could find into their room. One by one, he placed each and every hat atop his head and studied his reflection to check for wings. The fedora showed promise, but it didn’t follow through. Neither did the baseball cap. Or the ski cap.

A dozen hats and not one produced magical results. Baby slumped on the floor and pouted. The winged monkeys must have taken all the magic with them, and now there was none left for him. He was stuck in a boring domesticated monkey’s body. That was no fun.

Downstairs, Dorothy and her Toto were reunited and flying home to Kansas in a hot-air balloon. Baby Monkey glared sullenly at the screen until he couldn’t bear to watch her say there’s no place like home one more time. He picked up the remote and left Dorothy’s black and white world.

At the next channel, a whirl of color caught his eye. He saw a spectacle unlike anything he’d ever seen. Lean bodies twirling and flying through the air without the help of wings to propel them. The figures flew with their hands and legs. “Cirque du Soleil,” an invisible man announced on the TV.

Baby sneaked a glance at his tail, hands, and feet.

Maybe he didn’t need wings after all…


– Written on October 27, 2012


About 365 Things to Write About

I'm inspired by almost anything and everything creative - nature, architecture, art, words, music...I like to roam along streets, through foreign countries, and within my mind where the world is full of endless possibilities. I dream of being an idealist, but I've experienced too many harsh realities for that wish to ever be true. Therefore, I look for the hope and the good in small nuances, and I express my thoughts and feelings about the world around me on pages and canvases whenever I can.

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