Monkey Tale

This is Monkey. He’s my new toy. No, my parents didn’t buy it for me. Nope, not even the uncles and aunties. You want to know how I got it. It’s a funny story and I learnt something from it. Mama was accompanying me, fetching my big bro and big sis from madrasah. There’s this kid who likes to tag along. He’s about my big sis age and he lives one block away from us. That fine day, he brought along Monkey. Why he brings toys to school? Don’t ask me. When he first introduced me to Monkey, it was love at first sight. I wanted to have him. I kept eyeing Monkey and I think the boy took notice. Feeling sympathetic (1st bad move…hehehehe), he let me hold Monkey (2nd bad move…hahahaha). Once I’ve got a hold of Monkey, in he goes into my mouth. I was licking and biting like there’s no tomorrow. His toy monkey is now slobbered with saliva … my saliva. Shocked and dumbfounded, he sighed and told me that I can have Monkey. Hurrah!!! Monkey is mine. ... Ok, ok ...I’m not gloating. Babies never gloat… hihihihi Oh yeah … the one thing that I learn from this. Well, if you put enough saliva on anything, it becomes yours. Lick your things later …hehehehe.