“I don’t mean chimps—everyone likes chimps. I mean monkeys. All of them. I love the cute ones with their little paws and adorable faces. And I love the ugly ones, the ones that look like nature made a mistake or was playing a joke. I’ve got all kinds of toy monkeys; stuffed, wood, plastic, even ceramic. I’ve got a whole shelf of monkey books. I watch The Wizard of Oz every single time it’s on TV, just for those fabulous flying monkeys. My parents seem to be amused by all this, though I suspect i...t’s their hope that I’ll outgrow my fascination sooner or later. I won’t. The nearest zoo is pretty far from here, so I don’t get to see live monkeys very often. I’m lucky if I get there twice a year. That’s why my ears perked up when I overheard Sarah Morton on the playground saying, “She’s got a monkey in a cage.” “Who?” I asked, feeling my pulse grow faster as I pushed into the ring of girls clustered around Sarah. She glared at me for interrupting her. I was afraid she wasn’t going to answer my question.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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