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tale 79 the old monkeys tells his tale 4 Written by Rainer: rainer.lehrer@yahoo.com Learn languages (via Skype): Rainer: + 36 20 549 52 97 or + 36 20 334
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The old monkey tells his
tale 4 This kind of taunts did
not only take place in the stepfather's family. The maternal grandmother had
five daughters who kept arguing with each other over the slightest little
thing. An example should also illustrate this beautiful society. The old
monkey might have just attended classes by this time. He asked one of his
aunts why she had dedicated her life to the banana god. She explained to him
that her father's death had hit her very deeply and that it had completely
changed her life. On the way home, he wanted to talk about it with his
mother, whereupon she only sent him the disparaging remark: “Oh, what? A male
ape had left her. Don't believe a word she says!" This train of thoughts
played out in a few seconds, as it had passed through his head a thousand
times. That's why the granddaughter didn't notice that she had hit a sore
spot here. Was it really that painful? Probably not. He had learned to live
with it, but couldn't have explained it. A monkey does not always have to be
able to clearly define everything in order to continue to put one foot in
front of the other. He went on to the next
valley. So, I said goodbye to my
surprised, or rather disappointed companions and walked in a straight line
towards the opposite mountain range. Equipped with all spiritual support,
which actually consisted of a kind of malicious joy, because the nose of
these envious people who had never left their valley had shown exactly that
one or the other would have liked to come along. "You're just fleeing
from something!" it still sounded in my ears. They had probably only
heard these sayings from their parents, who were afraid that their dear
children might get wings. Such a thing could not even have occurred to them,
since they had no idea about life yet. What would I expect this
time? A huge, big meadow, of course. At least that was how it looked from
above. One could have walked on it. But I knew from experience ………… Hm!
Experience? Yes, apart from my home valley, it was the third. And I knew from
this experience that this green carpet meant a rainforest without end. I
happily climbed the first larger tree that came up, then swung from one to
the other, did a few somersaults and enjoyed life. My exercises turned out to
be too high-spirited because one branch suddenly broke. But falling from four
or five meters is not very dangerous for us monkeys. We always land on our
feet like a cat. The impact on the ground turned out to be surprisingly soft.
It wasn't solid earth, it was swamp. The impact made me sunk in to my waist.
I quickly looked for a firm hold. There were only bushes and shrubs. At first
they prevented my further sinking in. Slowly and carefully, I pulled myself
up to a tree. But what did I look like now! Like a wild boar that had rolled
in the dirt. So I couldn't come face to face with any beautiful monkey girl.
A handsome monkey doesn't necessarily have to smell like banana or coconut,
but he can't be covered in dirt from head to toe either. So on I went from
tree to tree, to a stream, river or lake. But everything was swamp there. It took a long time
before I found reasonably pure water. I jumped in and immediately felt how
the already dried-on dirt and mud was loosening from my fur. What a
refreshment! But I shouldn't enjoy this benefit for long. Lightning struck
next to me. A crocodile, which was about to nibble on me, had been hit by a
long lance. But before I wanted to make sure who had just given me back my
life, I jumped out of the water and climbed up a tree. Then I looked around. A
pretty monkey girl was sitting on a branch diagonally above me and almost
rolled over with laughter. In the calming water surface, I looked at myself
from head to toe to find out what was so funny about me. It had to be my
condition and maybe the horror on my face. Females don't always like these
super monkeys. In addition to something so flawless, they often feel
superfluous. Well, who doesn't need the feeling of being needed sometimes? She
had done me a service, I was indebted to her. And there are moments when both
parties seize this situation as an opportunity to get closer. So, I slowly
climbed up to her and sat opposite her. However, she didn't want to look into
my eyes. I said something to her,
she answered, but we didn't understand each other. Another language again.
“Sprichst du Deutsch?” no answer, “Do you speak English?” just a wink,
“Est-ce que tu parles français?” - no answer either. “Well, I still have to
learn Spanish or Russian!” I also had a new teacher. With moderate pace, we
set out for her village. She had just been out hunting, so it was quite a
distance. As it is well known,
monkeys don't necessarily like rain. But there are also occasions here when
the water from above can have its charm. When it started to rain, I took a
very large leaf from a tree and held it over me like an umbrella and offered
her a place under it next to me. At first she was a bit shy, but then she
snuggled very close to me. "Long live the rain." It had just come
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