Through The Eyes Of A ...
Monkey

By

My eyes were as brown as a bar of chocolate. My mouth was as red as fully grown roses. I was a very very cheeky boy. I was cheeky because I felt I didn't get enough attention. One evening I came home from school and my mother said: "Go upstairs and get changed and clean your teeth."

"I can't be bothered." I shouted.

"Don't you shout at me you naughty boy," said my mother. "Go to bed right this minute!"

"No, I can't be bothered."

"Upstairs now, you careless boy," said my father angrily. So then we came to the angry bit. They forced me up the stairs and pushed me into my bedroom and put the lock on which was on the outside of my door.

I, on the other hand, just flopped down on my bed and thought about how it would be to be a cow.

When I woke up I fell out of bed and ...

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The intended end to the story

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