Because she knows how the blasted monkeys do it!
And she’s not telling, neither. Neener-neener.
I just read Johnson’s story and enjoyed it. I enjoyed the inexplicable trick, the narrator, the transport to this odd and wonderful traveling troupe, and dang it, even the ending. Furthermore, there are moments in the story that capture the wonderousness of these fellow animals so well that they shine like jewels.
I always wanted a monkey friend. You can read about someone who has 26 of them.
It’s on her website, free, just waiting to be enjoyed. Kind of like a delicous mango or bananna.
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