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Egads, The Monkeys Were Right!

A Fictional Story

(This is, shall we say, a “teaser” of my attempt to answer one of Gus’s suggestions box offerings.)

Egads sighed as the door blew open, gusting his paperwork across the floor.

“Farout Mann, you are a pain in the butt.” he said. “Are you going to close that thing?”

Farout grinned sheepishly and closed the door, cutting off the minor inflow of dead leaves and snow. He took off his gloves and ear-flapped fur hat, and began unwinding his scarf.

“They’re a bit restless today—I nearly got bitten a couple of times.” he said.

“It’ll be the weather” said Egads. “It shouldn’t be snowing this early.”

“That’s probably it. Still, I might go check on them again a bit later.” Farout hung his scarf on the hook with his gloves and hat and crouched to gather Egads’s paperwork. His knees creaked, and he groaned.

“Why couldn’t we have been sent to a species that stands upright or something? My knees can’t take too much more of this crouching nonsense.”

Egads snorted. “The crouching is nothing. What gets me is having imaginary fleas continually picked out of my hair. I mean, I get this close to turning around and hitting them.”

“Something I imagine you’re quite careful not to do, after last time?”

Egads looked down at Farout. He lazily stretched out a boot, and gave Farout a shove that sent him (and the paperwork) sprawling across the floor. “Shut up, Mann.”