by 3B Ethan Ho
The ad in the paper said:
Wanted: pet sitter
Need someone to look after little monkey Jolly
while I am away.
Willing to pay $400/day to the right person.
Four hundred dollars for looking after somebody’s
pet!
‘Easy money!” I thought so I took the job. When I
arrived at the house, a man gave me the keys. He then took his suitcase and
left. I was left alone with Jolly.
“Just
a monkey,” I thought, “they have those in zoos too.” But you know, monkeys in zoos are locked up.
I immediately noticed the door swinging
open because of the wind, and there Jolly went, as I chased after it.
After
15 minutes or so I got the little monkey back, and almost “stabbed” the door
lock with the key, so anxious was I to get it back into the house.
“You…
you sit there!” I was furious. Looks like the monkey wasn’t trained to
listen to people. You see, the pet
owner’s house had fancy lights like chandeliers, and I could see why some
lights were out. The monkey almost
brought down one of them.
“Get
down now!” I was shouting like a barbarian or something, shouting up at “King
Kong”. But this time he listened, though
he landed on my head and gave me a few scratches to my face. Meanwhile, I noticed something on my head. It was poop. He had pooped on my head!
Then
I just yelled like a maniac. I looked
over to the neighbour’s place and saw an old man staring at me. It was almost like he was saying, “Go see a
doctor.”
I
washed my head and began to leave. I saw
the monkey and almost kicked him - but I wouldn’t do that. As a last resort, I saw a banana, and threw it
at him like a boomerang. Guess what, he
caught the banana and started poking at the television’s power switch. Then he just sat and watched television
without any more fuss.
“Wow,”
I thought, “You didn’t train him to obey, but you trained him to watch
television.”
So,
I put a bunch of
bananas next to Jolly and left. I left
the keys under the “Welcome!” rug at the door. Not easy money, for sure. Today hadn’t been ‘jolly’ at all!
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