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This staring contest went on for a considerable amount of time and was not even brought to a halt when the monkeys on Bam-Sheeva's back got bored and began rubbing their own feces into into her fur. Granted, animals are dirty and tend to get crap all over themselves anyway, but the monkeys never stopped rubbing and Bam-Sheeva's skin got raw and started to bleed. An onlooking child made a comment about diced onions which his mother misinterpreted to be some sort of reference to Neo-Nazis and this created a ruckus. A distraction such as this could have been useful in our plight against the tiger and the monkeys, but what happened instead was the incident became, oh, just another one of those wacky things that gets brought up at dinner later that day.
Well, Bam-Sheeva eventually collapsed as a result of too much lead in her water that morning and the monkeys gave us a heartfelt letter of apology for making it such an interesting day.
We drowned them all anyway, but the sentiment was nice. You know, the thought that counts.
© 1999 kyle t.
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