Monkey business and blabbering, by Roman
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Oct 18, Chobe Safari Lodge, Bostwana
Monkey Business and blabberingBy Roman.... some parts censured by Mom!! Argh!
It all started with the monkeys. There was a three-legged one, and another, very aggressive one who wanted to steal the Nikon from Tristan's hands.
'It’s because he knows,’ hypothesises my mother, ‘that people with cameras are bad. They take pictures of them and make fake baby monkeys that they put into a box.’
Peggy is cracked into two hearing Mom....who goes on jokingly about how the cameraman should be killed for his crimes when Fabyan exclaims, ‘Oh! I know why it’s baby monkeys! It’s because it’s small…’
‘…and because they are getting shot!’ incorporate my dad cheerily.
‘Ah! Voilà!’
‘Heeeyyy!’ Both my brother and my mother cheer in agreement.
‘The monkey was stuck in the box, and yes that monkey would steal the camera and would be looking through the pictures. Yooop, oh! There’s a monkey in here.’
‘Blah!’ Peggy adds in sound effects.
‘Shake him out, shake him out!’
Returning to a serious tone after all this laughter, my mother affirms: ‘And over the years they learn....’ Then almost under her breath, ‘that those cameramen are making fake monkeys.’
‘I just think it’s because they want anything that we have in our hands’ recollects Peggy, surely remembering the baboon that had done the same act for Fabyan.
‘…Did you even see that guy’s balls? They weren’t even turquoise.’....
It may be best that I clarify that we speak of velvet monkeys with a white chest, greyish back and perfectly ocean turquoise testicles....
.....Following this is more talk about the "blue balls" that my Mom does not dare add to the blog and has censured!.....
Taking a look around in the dark, my mother makes a remark on our surroundings in French to avoid suspicion, ‘Est-ce que tout le monde dort ou quoi? It seems to me like we are the only ones…’
‘They are probably at the restaurant,’ brushes off Fabyan.
‘It’s funny because…’
‘They’ve been on safari since five thirty in the morning.’ Mocks my dad, cutting Peggy’s remark in half.
‘…imagine if they were like really quiet people, and they would hear us and be like, Man those people are weird. They talk about baby monkeys and blue things on your balls and… come on Claire, we’re going home!’
‘No, you know what it is, those people will go to the next campsite and be like, we met the most interesting people. They didn’t even meet us, but…’
‘No, those people will go to the next campsite,’ opposes Tristan, rectifying my view of the neighbours, ‘and say, okay, do not go to that one campsite; we had the most horrible experience. We wanted to get up at five, and couldn’t sleep till midnight. Our neighbours were yelling all night!” Roman.... some parts censured by Mom...argh!
