“Oh, hey Little Mac. I’m OK. Had some banana. Looked at the view. Same as yesterday.”
“Why don’t you come out and play?”
The red monkey frowned. “Once again, I will have to live vicariously through you, Little Mac. Tell me more of your adventures!”
The grey macaque sighed. He’d been visiting his friend red monkey for months, and still could never quite explain the freedom, the exhilaration of jumping from tree to tree, clutching at bamboo poles and stealing cameras from stupid tourists. Why, just thirty seconds prior to his visit, he’d stolen an entire corn-on-the-cob from the brain-dead, chain-bound sulpher-crested cockatoo round the corner.
He didn’t like to brag, but his life in the Bali greenery was clearly better than the one his mate had, just metres away from the jungle, behind bars at the Bakas Elephant Park, in Bakas Village, Banjarangkan, Bali (to be precise).
Shame. But cute, no?